[ sandalphon may have softened his bites a tad, but it doesn't make the entire gesture less intense; izumi blinks back the tears that prick at his eyes every time the angel sucks another deep mark on his skin, whining at the hand on his clothed dick. he's already this hard, most probably from that bite that drew blood, and he wonders if he really is just that much of a masochist.
mm, maybe. he can't help the shudder that went up his spine at sandalphon's words, after all. izumi may talk big about having the supreme primarch as his every beck and call, but in truth he's just so honored to be put in his place by him - a mere reminder that he's only a mortal and sandalphon is not. far from it, and the best part is that only a nonhuman entity like him can ever thoroughly wreck izumi like this, because every man izumi's slept with this far treats him like glass, holding themselves back from ruining such a beauty with their carnal desires.
and izumi has had enough of being handled with care anymore. at least for tonight. ]
Nn, just... fucking do something...
[ about the growing problem between his legs, that is. he ruts his hips up against sandalphon's hand, wanting to touch and be touched, his perfectly shaped nails raking up and down his back, making sure to leave his own marks there. like sandalphon, izumi really doesn't want to beg for something like this and would rather demand for it... but who knows how long he's going to last before his resolve snaps. ]
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mm, maybe. he can't help the shudder that went up his spine at sandalphon's words, after all. izumi may talk big about having the supreme primarch as his every beck and call, but in truth he's just so honored to be put in his place by him - a mere reminder that he's only a mortal and sandalphon is not. far from it, and the best part is that only a nonhuman entity like him can ever thoroughly wreck izumi like this, because every man izumi's slept with this far treats him like glass, holding themselves back from ruining such a beauty with their carnal desires.
and izumi has had enough of being handled with care anymore. at least for tonight. ]
Nn, just... fucking do something...
[ about the growing problem between his legs, that is. he ruts his hips up against sandalphon's hand, wanting to touch and be touched, his perfectly shaped nails raking up and down his back, making sure to leave his own marks there. like sandalphon, izumi really doesn't want to beg for something like this and would rather demand for it... but who knows how long he's going to last before his resolve snaps. ]