[He can barely bite back a whimper as Izumi's fingers brush his cheek. He's the one who wanted to be looked at, but as soon as their eyes meet, a shudder goes down Sandalphon's spine and settles below his belly, stoking fires that are already running too hot. Izumi's teary eyes and messy, disheveled expression are sheer perfection, something he wants to keep only for himself, as long as he lives.]

So...so beautiful, Izumi, the most beautiful mortal I've ever met...

[His mouth is running on autopilot, his head too swaddled in pleasure to control it.]

Mmmnn, you're beautiful, I love you, I love...ah, Izumi, Izumiiii...

[He feels his climax building, far too late to do anything to stop it; he wants to enjoy this forever, wants to see the bruises bloom on his Dominant's flawless skin and hear his voice ragged with want until he's sick of it, but even then he'd just go from wanting to ravage him to wanting to pamper him, wouldn't he?

Sandalphon snarls, his hips stuttering to a halt as he spills inside of Izumi, and—god, he'll have to thank him for letting him do this raw once he's capable of speaking again, because it's the best it's ever felt. He's dimly aware of his own voice lowly moaning Izumi's name again, the only word he can ever seem to remember during times like these.

It hasn't even occurred to him that he's just confessed feelings he's been holding back for a while.]