[There's no suppressing the shudder that crawls down Sandalphon's spine at the suggestion, his mind immediately and unhelpfully reminding him of all the times Izumi worshipped his thighs, kissing and sucking and biting until they ached. Yes, he wants to admit, yes, he wants Izumi to bite him the way he always did, even as he catches sight of those inhumanly sharp teeth in his mouth, he'd give anything to feel it one more time—]
I won't stop you if you try. This was your idea, after all, so you should at least be allowed to do what you want.
[But setting up expectations for Izumi to meet is failing the both of them.
He pushes the waistband of his leggings down to his knees, enough to expose every inch of his thighs, refusing to say he wants to be bitten but wordlessly encouraging Izumi to do it.]
...I want you to enjoy yourself, no matter what.
[Even if it doesn't end up bringing back his lost memories...even if this leads nowhere, he's trembling at the very thought of being able to touch Izumi, of Izumi touching him, after so long.]
[ his thighs are beautiful, izumi's got to admit. it just makes anyone wonder what the former supreme primarch was thinking when he created this man from scratch. just thinking about it makes izumi feel possessive and -- weird, because why does he care about all that in the first place? for all he knows, sandalphon would've done this with someone else because he's that desperate for attention or something.
still, he can't help his grip tightening, sharp nails digging into the angel's skin as he nibbles lightly on the other's thigh. teasing, teasing, until he bites down a little harder and puncturing his skin with his teeth a bit. he shouldn't be bleeding too much, but just in case he laps up the little wound his rather thin, forked tongue.
mm, there we go. it's not dark enough to leave a welt though, so he repeats this again and again, sucking and kissing along sandalphon's leg until he can just reach his crotch where he should be hard by now. if he isn't, then izumi's not doing a proper job. ]
Won't other people see these, though...
[ he whispers against his other leg, kissing sweetly alongside it. there's that feeling of deja-vu again, so it could be possible that he's done something like this with sandalphon before. but how? and when did it happen? ]
...Or maybe you just want to be touched right here. Isn't that right, Sandalphon?
[Sandalphon whimpers breathlessly, thighs trembling and cock achingly hard. It's been so, so long, but even so, to be reduced to this state already is pathetic. The changes to Izumi's tongue are a little strange, but it's not bad. In fact, the difference feels good, makes it a little more exciting.]
...Don't you think people being able to see it...is part of the appeal...?
[Just like you used to, he has to bite back. Though Izumi isn't wrong about the other thing, either; he wants so badly to be touched, needs it like mortals need air to breathe, and he gazes down at him with equal parts lust and adoration in his eyes.]
If it's you...if it's you touching me, then I want you to touch me everywhere, Izumi...
[He wonders if he should be so forward, but...he's not sure if he could stop himself even if he tried.]
[ that is rather forward of him. izumi's not doing particularly special here aside from giving much attention to his legs, but maybe that's just sandalphon's weak point. izumi literally has the supreme primarch at the palm of his hand right now, and he doesn't know what to think.
just... why him, of all people? ]
You have to be more specific than that.
[ everywhere could mean anything, and the blush in izumi's cheeks reddens as he finally moves up to run his long tongue along the angel's shaft, teasing his tip with little butterfly kisses. ]
I still don't understand the appeal, but... It's an honor to serve the supreme primarch like this regardless.
[ even now there's still tones of subservience in him, as izumi carefully takes him in his mouth, making little guttural noises until the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat - something that he hasn't done before (unbeknownst to him, at least). izumi then starts moving his mouth, sucking him hard as one of his clawed hands grips his thigh while the other travels down between his legs for some much-needed attention there. ]
[Sandalphon lets out a short, harsh gasp, fingers tangling in Izumi's hair and tugging at it. He's not used to this anymore, he can't handle being forced to take him to the hilt the way he used to, but that doesn't stop the urge to do it. It's so much different. His tongue, the way he moves...he doesn't remember all the places Sandalphon likes being stimulated, so it's only natural that it would be. But it's not bad, and more than anything, the sight of him swallowing his cock is just as enticing as ever.]
Don't...
[He murmurs, gently running his fingers through Izumi's hair.]
You're not...don't call it an honor, I...
[If anything, he's the one who should be honored; after all, without his memories, Izumi's still deigning to suck him off.
If he voiced that right now, the young man he fell in love with would probably smirk up at him and agree. He wonders if this Izumi would, too.]
...Izumi...mm, that felt good, do it again...you're doing so well...
[But it's unfair of him to compare him to his past self like that. He doesn't know if he'll ever get that Izumi back, after all.
It's a good thing his brain is buzzing with pleasure, because thinking any harder about this would certainly make him sad.]
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I won't stop you if you try. This was your idea, after all, so you should at least be allowed to do what you want.
[But setting up expectations for Izumi to meet is failing the both of them.
He pushes the waistband of his leggings down to his knees, enough to expose every inch of his thighs, refusing to say he wants to be bitten but wordlessly encouraging Izumi to do it.]
...I want you to enjoy yourself, no matter what.
[Even if it doesn't end up bringing back his lost memories...even if this leads nowhere, he's trembling at the very thought of being able to touch Izumi, of Izumi touching him, after so long.]
I want...
[He just wants Izumi.]
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still, he can't help his grip tightening, sharp nails digging into the angel's skin as he nibbles lightly on the other's thigh. teasing, teasing, until he bites down a little harder and puncturing his skin with his teeth a bit. he shouldn't be bleeding too much, but just in case he laps up the little wound his rather thin, forked tongue.
mm, there we go. it's not dark enough to leave a welt though, so he repeats this again and again, sucking and kissing along sandalphon's leg until he can just reach his crotch where he should be hard by now. if he isn't, then izumi's not doing a proper job. ]
Won't other people see these, though...
[ he whispers against his other leg, kissing sweetly alongside it. there's that feeling of deja-vu again, so it could be possible that he's done something like this with sandalphon before. but how? and when did it happen? ]
...Or maybe you just want to be touched right here. Isn't that right, Sandalphon?
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[Sandalphon whimpers breathlessly, thighs trembling and cock achingly hard. It's been so, so long, but even so, to be reduced to this state already is pathetic. The changes to Izumi's tongue are a little strange, but it's not bad. In fact, the difference feels good, makes it a little more exciting.]
...Don't you think people being able to see it...is part of the appeal...?
[Just like you used to, he has to bite back. Though Izumi isn't wrong about the other thing, either; he wants so badly to be touched, needs it like mortals need air to breathe, and he gazes down at him with equal parts lust and adoration in his eyes.]
If it's you...if it's you touching me, then I want you to touch me everywhere, Izumi...
[He wonders if he should be so forward, but...he's not sure if he could stop himself even if he tried.]
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just... why him, of all people? ]
You have to be more specific than that.
[ everywhere could mean anything, and the blush in izumi's cheeks reddens as he finally moves up to run his long tongue along the angel's shaft, teasing his tip with little butterfly kisses. ]
I still don't understand the appeal, but... It's an honor to serve the supreme primarch like this regardless.
[ even now there's still tones of subservience in him, as izumi carefully takes him in his mouth, making little guttural noises until the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat - something that he hasn't done before (unbeknownst to him, at least). izumi then starts moving his mouth, sucking him hard as one of his clawed hands grips his thigh while the other travels down between his legs for some much-needed attention there. ]
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Don't...
[He murmurs, gently running his fingers through Izumi's hair.]
You're not...don't call it an honor, I...
[If anything, he's the one who should be honored; after all, without his memories, Izumi's still deigning to suck him off.
If he voiced that right now, the young man he fell in love with would probably smirk up at him and agree. He wonders if this Izumi would, too.]
...Izumi...mm, that felt good, do it again...you're doing so well...
[But it's unfair of him to compare him to his past self like that. He doesn't know if he'll ever get that Izumi back, after all.
It's a good thing his brain is buzzing with pleasure, because thinking any harder about this would certainly make him sad.]