[ being able to reduce someone who's practically a living god as an ordinary human is a great feat in and of itself that izumi couldn't believe it himself; has no one appreciated sandalphon's shapely legs like this? can izumi really have this all to himself?

at the same time though he doesn't really feel like sharing these. or him, for that matter. he can never claim someone else as his own, when his own heart already belongs to someone else. ]

I suppose I will. What a pain. ♪

[ giving his thigh one more kiss, he pulls away to admire his latest work on his submissive's body, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. it's all red and mottled, something that's easy enough for sandalphon to heal up anytime, and once it shows no changes he grins, cheshire-like. ]

You really like getting manhandled like this, don't you, Sandalphon? Just because you can just regenerate...

[ mm, time to pay attention to his other throbbing need then. izumi leans forward and runs his tongue over the other's clothed dick, nibbling on the length and sucking lightly on the tip with a playful hum.

this would've been fine and dandy (if one would find exhibition of all things the norm), but a knock on the door interrupt their thoughts just as izumi's about to pull down sandalphon's underwear.

"Sir, how are you finding our clothes so far?" fuck, it's a saleslady. izumi's never been caught like this before, and he's not sure if he should be excited for the right or the wrong thing right now. ]