Fantasy Domum

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Letting out a soft moan at the bite, Michael squirmed slightly, his good hand lacing into Angeal’s hair as his cheeks flushed brightly. He hadn’t quite intended to let that noise slip…but damn Angeal was finding all the right spots so easily.

Angeal made a low little moan as the hand laced into his hair, and slowly continued to nibble around the same spot. “How do you feel about me marking you, just a little?” he asked, voice ragged.

"Ah...I...I'd like that." Mari sheepishly admitted, his fingers lightly tugging at Angeal's hair slightly.

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“Ah…ah…won’t it be more fun to learn?” Michael smirked slightly tipping his head back. Letting out soft gasps and small whimpers as Angeal kissed along his neck, letting out sharper, louder noises when the man reached a sweet spot.

“Oh it’ll be very fun. Finding everything, getting you to admit it, making you sing for me,” he nuzzled against the other’s neck, biting softly at the sweet spot he’d found with a low little groan.

Letting out a soft moan at the bite, Michael squirmed slightly, his good hand lacing into Angeal's hair as his cheeks flushed brightly. He hadn't quite intended to let that noise slip...but damn Angeal was finding all the right spots so easily.

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Breathing in a shallow gasp, the tint coloring Michaels cheeks darkened. “Y-yeah…” he sheepishly admitted.

“Good, mmm hell. I want to know everything you like,” Angeal murmured, keeping his grip and slowly kissing down the other’s jaw to his neck.

"Ah...ah...won't it be more fun to learn?" Michael smirked slightly tipping his head back. Letting out soft gasps and small whimpers as Angeal kissed along his neck, letting out sharper, louder noises when the man reached a sweet spot.

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“Ah…I-I’m glad you like them…” Michael blushed, Angeal catching the hitch of his breath as he gripped The younger mans hair.

“How could I not?” He murmured, tightening his grip in the other’s hair, pulling Mari against him and arching a brow slightly. “Do you like this, too?”

Breathing in a shallow gasp, the tint coloring Michaels cheeks darkened. "Y-yeah..." he sheepishly admitted.

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Letting out a soft little noise of surprise, Michael held onto Angeal as he was moved, though he relaxed quickly with a quiet whimper as he was kissed deeply. Letting his arms rest over Angeal’s shoulders, Mari simply enjoyed the kiss for a while before tentatively swiping his tongue over his soulmates lip.

“I like the sounds you make, too,” Angeal said in a low groan as Mari whimpered and licked. With a lazy smirk, he nipped Michael’s lower lip, tugging gently and moving his hand slowly to tangle in the other’s hair.

"Ah...I-I'm glad you like them..." Michael blushed, Angeal catching the hitch of his breath as he gripped The younger mans hair.

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“Hmm…I like kissing you too.” Michael smiled, leaning back up to Angeal’s lips. He liked it when Angeal held him close, he felt so warm, and he really liked it when the soldier used his teeth in that playful way, though he certainly wouldn’t say as much.

“Good, I’d hate to disappoint,” Angeal said softly, thinking for a moment before pulling Michael half into his lap, one hand moving up to cup his cheek, leaning in for another kiss, this one a little deeper, a little more hungry.

Letting out a soft little noise of surprise, Michael held onto Angeal as he was moved, though he relaxed quickly with a quiet whimper as he was kissed deeply. Letting his arms rest over Angeal's shoulders, Mari simply enjoyed the kiss for a while before tentatively swiping his tongue over his soulmates lip.

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@whitewingedangeal Dinner at home, and a few glasses of wine, a pleasant combination any day, but also sometimes a rather fun one, at least afterwards. Michael and Angeal had settled in the younger mans living room to relax after supper and to enjoy a little more wine. It was fairly easy to notice the alcohol affecting Mari, as his cheeks became slightly rosy and he became a touch giggly; he also didn’t clam up near as much when Angeal teased him. Though, after a while of back and forth teasing, Michael surprisingly leaned up with no prompting and pressed a soft kiss to Angeal’s lips.

Angeal’s arm wrapped around Mari’s waist easily as he leaned up for a kiss. Eyes half hooded, he gently returned it, nibbling at the other man’s bottom lip before pulling away gently. He’d been drinking heavily himself, to keep him around where Michael was despite his high tolerance, and felt a delightful buzz running through him. “I like kissing you,” he murmured softly, as if he was confiding something.

"Hmm...I like kissing you too." Michael smiled, leaning back up to Angeal's lips. He liked it when Angeal held him close, he felt so warm, and he really liked it when the soldier used his teeth in that playful way, though he certainly wouldn't say as much.

@whitewingedangeal Dinner at home, and a few glasses of wine, a pleasant combination any day, but also sometimes a rather fun one, at least afterwards. Michael and Angeal had settled in the younger mans living room to relax after supper and to enjoy a little more wine. It was fairly easy to notice the alcohol affecting Mari, as his cheeks became slightly rosy and he became a touch giggly; he also didn't clam up near as much when Angeal teased him. Though, after a while of back and forth teasing, Michael surprisingly leaned up with no prompting and pressed a soft kiss to Angeal's lips.

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“I’d be more than ok with that. Sweets are kind of a weakness of mine.” Michael laughed lightly. “Hmm…soup sounds nice.” He said looking through the menu.

“Good, because I’m pretty sure baking sweet treats for a certain gorgeous man is going to be a weakness of mine,” Angeal said mischeviously, glancing over the menu for a moment before deciding what he wanted on.

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"You shush." Michael mumbled with a shy smile, glancing over at Angeal.

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“Thank you,” Mari smiled, settling as well. “Any recommendations?” He asked with a playful glint in his eye.

“The burgers are great, all of them. Their pie and milkshakes are to die for. They make some nice soups too,” Angeal said, then blushed, smiling sheepishly at the other. “It all tastes like home to me. So I tend to like most of what they have. I’m definitely grabbing us a slice of pie to split, at least, though. I mean, if you want to.”

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"I'd be more than ok with that. Sweets are kind of a weakness of mine." Michael laughed lightly. "Hmm...soup sounds nice." He said looking through the menu.

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“Sounds nice,” Michael hummed, hopping out and following along, accepting Angeal’s arm. “Though, one of these dates we should eat in at my place. We can both cook then.”

“I’d like that, cooking together sounds wonderful,” Angeal said warmly as they entered the diner, and were shown to a table tucked away from view, but not quite in private. The SOLDIER pulled out a chair for the younger man, eyes dancing playfully, and then sat in one of his own.

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"Thank you," Mari smiled, settling as well. "Any recommendations?" He asked with a playful glint in his eye.

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Letting out a disgruntled flustered noise Michael sank into his seat, though he offered up no argument, and Angeal could catch the shy little grin that crossed the younger mans face. Though once they reached their destination he sat up and looked out interested. “Oh! I haven’t been here before.”

“I come here as often as I can, they have good pie. And they don’t make a big deal out of me,” Angeal said, smiling and getting out of the car, waiting for Michael to do the same before offering the younger man his arm to take as they walked towards the diner.

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"Sounds nice," Michael hummed, hopping out and following along, accepting Angeal's arm. "Though, one of these dates we should eat in at my place. We can both cook then."

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“Wha-eh-y-you hush!” Michael stammered as his accent slipped through slightly, his voice reaching a flustered squeak. Oh gods he could feel his cheeks absolutely burning, and it only got worse when Angeal used that voice.

“I mean I will if you really want, but you seem to enjoy my teasing,” Angeal grinned, leaning over to kiss the other man’s cheek. His eyes danced playfully as he drove for a while, finally parking outside of a tiny Mideelan style diner, that happened to have excellent Banoran food. “And I like to talk about getting you. Or you getting me, for that matter,” he said fliratiously.

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“Oh! No, no, I’d rather pay my way than use your name or-well-this as a pass.” Michael shook his head quickly as he followed, though he quickly ended up rambling ,“Eh, way later on if we work well and are…more, I’d see it as supporting each other with mutual benefits, though…well, er…I’m not sure what a mid line craftsman like me could offer to someone in a higher position like you other than myself.” Though a second after he said this as he climbed up into the truck, Angeal saw his cheeks go bright red and he stammered, “Not-not in the way that sounds though! Er-well- yes in that way e-eventually, but- just-I… I’ll stop talking now…” he murmured looking down, his face blazing in embarrassment.

“I can get that. Just…I wanted to let you know that I’d be happy, to help open doors. I don’t, I don’t enjoy my fame very much, other than how it can help people when I try to use it. And I mean, who better to want to help?” he admitted, sheepishly, grinning a little as the other man rambled.

And then his eyebrow shot up, and he chuckled throatily at Michael’s embarrassment. He reached down, gently taking the other’s hand and kissing it as they each got in the truck. “I can’t think of anything more than yourself that I’d possibly need, or desire. Yourself is a rather damn attractive offer,” he teased, letting his voice get playfully husky as he turned the truck on, and started to drive, glancing over at the younger man.

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"Wha-eh-y-you hush!" Michael stammered as his accent slipped through slightly, his voice reaching a flustered squeak. Oh gods he could feel his cheeks absolutely burning, and it only got worse when Angeal used that voice.

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“Nah, it’s ok, just part of life really. I had feeling something was going to give out but I didn’t expect it so soon. It was starting to feel a little kitschy.” Michael said waving his good hand before sliding off the broken prosthetic, tucking it under his good arm, and pulling back up the nylon sleeve along his stump. “And I’ve been looking forward to it too, thank you” he smiled. Then turning and going towards the back hall he continued, chattering away as he walked back to his room to switch things around.“make yourself at home! This shouldn’t take me too long. Though, ya know, in all reality I really should just bite the bullet and look into getting a commercially made prosthetic again. Teacher and I did a few years ago but I swear, it’s almost like unless you work for Shinra you can’t get a deal on the damn things since all the manufacturers and specialists are affiliates with their bloody monopoly. Now don’t get me wrong, there’s a few private sellers here and there, but they only have the basics and necessities really….plus they’re taxed out the arse. But-damn it get in there-” he paused fiddling with the battery on his other arm. “Anyway. Mobility. With this job I’d need a real high end piece since I need fine sensitivity and control to paint, and sculpt and all that. This one actually is probably on par with them but…I kinda can’t question how Jason managed to make it.” He said walking back out, pushing down his shirt sleeve then waving at Angeal, showing a much more typically shaped black and white plastic articulated prosthetic. “Ready!”

Angeal smiled, leaning in the doorway and smiling at the smaller man as he spoke so effusively, enjoying listening to the other a great deal. He waved back, grinning easily, once Michael waved at him and turned to start down the stairs, walking down them with the younger man.

“You know, you could mention my name, if you like. Or I can talk to anybody you need to visit, that might help, with the whole deal, thing? I mean, I understand if you’re not comfortable with that. But I would be more than, and well - if we get to the point where we’re dating in the public eye, you’ll probably get people offering you things like that for free, too. Or I’ll get offered it for you, promotional stuff,” he said, smiling sheepishly as he walked out of the shop, and nodded to his parked truck down the street. “I thought I’d drive us there, it’ll be a little quicker than walking and things.”

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"Oh! No, no, I'd rather pay my way than use your name or-well-this as a pass." Michael shook his head quickly as he followed, though he quickly ended up rambling ,"Eh, way later on if we work well and are...more, I'd see it as supporting each other with mutual benefits, though...well, er...I'm not sure what a mid line craftsman like me could offer to someone in a higher position like you other than myself." Though a second after he said this as he climbed up into the truck, Angeal saw his cheeks go bright red and he stammered, "Not-not in the way that sounds though! Er-well- yes in that way e-eventually, but- just-I... I'll stop talking now..." he murmured looking down, his face blazing in embarrassment.

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“Ah, yeah. Some of the springs and nuts went flying when one of the cables snapped.” The artisan huffed, eyeing the two fingers on his skeletal hand that hung limp and out of place. “Not the first time it’s happened. This design isn’t exactly what you would call practical, but my teacher is the one who made it, so I’m rather attached.” Then stepping aside more Into the adjoining living room he tugged up his sleeve saying, “I can find the pieces later, it’s not a quick or easy fix, so I’ll just grab my other arm. It’ll just be a minute, I think I have to change out the batteries in that one first.” Then looking up as he undid a clip just above his elbow he gave a sheepish smile. “Hello by the away.”

Despite the other’s protestations, Angeal still dropped to the ground, squatting and letting his eyes scan over the floor as Michael stepped aside. He found a few nuts and a spring, delicately placing them up on a table anyways, just to be helpful.

“Hello, it’s good to see you, seriously. Sorry about your arm, that seems irksome to deal with,” he said, smiling warmly at the other man as he stood, dusting his pants off habitually and grinning. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight.”