VOICE | UN: SINISTRA

[bisection]

[ The voice in the recording sounds unsure if he's really being recorded. He's not unfamiliar with technology, but he hasn't really interacted with it ever. It's a raspy, quiet tone: Similar to his brother's, but more monotonous. ]

If I wanted... a chess board... how do I find one?

Is that another thing that you 'buy'? For the fruit... I needed to buy it... but before, the nurses brought us the board and pieces.

I want to play with my little brother again. Like that time.

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[bisection]

[ He can feel eyes on him, but his own have finally shut. His head leans to one side, almost resting against his shoulder as his pants stagger out of him. He bites harder on the fingers pressed against his mouth.

He doesn't know it's courtesy to warn him and even if he did, he probably wouldn't feel inclined to warn him. When given the breadth to be selfish, Sinistra can be no different than his brother. He'll indulge himself fully until the guilt hits him.

He draws in a sharp breath and tenses, spilling over into the Archangel's mouth as the hand still laying in his hair grasps him hard. His hips roll forward reflexively as he allows only the softest of sounds to sleep past his teeth. ]

Ah... ha... t-that...

[impiety]

[ He is a little surprised -- mostly because he wasn't warned. But the hand on his head, twisting in his hair, did give him a little tell before it happens.

Archangel thinks that he likes the little involuntary movements Sinistra does as he finishes; he likes the noises that he tries to hold back. But he doesn't like the Koriel himself. Oh well.

He sits back as soon as he can, letting his hands drop away from Sinistra. Looking up at him, perhaps purposefully, he lifts his hand so that his thumb can run along his own bottom lip cleaning himself up a little. He licks the residue off and watches his expression carefully.

He's hard and it hurts but ... he gets up on shaky legs. Leaning forward, he seems like he wants to go in for a kiss but stops short. ]

You're a little worn out so I'm not going to ask you to tend to me. [ With the hand he didn't use to clean his mouth and stroke the other's arousal (because isn't he thoughtful), he lightly pats him on his head. He pauses as he lets his fingers curl a little in his hair, gently stroking through his bangs.

Even if he has some semblance of control, his voice is still thick with lust and want. ]

Remember. Buy a nice chess set [ Don't waste what I give you. He smiles before he heads to the bathroom to deal with himself. ]

[bisection]

[ His head is swimming as his eyes stay shut, his whole body staying tense for a few long moments before he rests back in the chair again.

He releases his fingers from his teeth and the Archangel's hair from his fingers as his body relaxes. It's then that he can finally open his eyes to gaze at the Archangel, still poised below him and cleaning off his mouth. He takes a moment to catch his breath.

He half expects a kiss, half wants a kiss. But he's denied. He's not surprised. The pat on the head seems demeaning. He wipes some saliva off his own lip and watches him start to retreat.]

Ah... You...

[ he almost goes to calm him back, to offer his reciprocation, but he doesn't have the will to really urge him.

He watches his back as he tucks himself back into his pants, putting himself back together again.]