[What he hadn't said, and what he truly believes now, was that that path ultimately lead back to her. It had been long and winding and at times more painful than he thought he could bear... but it had been worth it. He had found himself and, in doing so, found the man who might be worth her affection. He would never regret that.
She doesn't need to be gentle with him, but perhaps there's something tantalizing about the barely-there whisper of her touch, joined by little pinpricks of more defined sensation when her fingers skim over a thinner, softer parts of the suit. He could remove it- or at least as much of it as he could- but she grinds her hips down against him and he decides that neither of them have the time for that. He'd welcome her touch against his skin another night.
Pushing himself up, he slides an arm around her back, then lower, cupping her backside in his hand and lifting her up just enough that he can work his other hand in between them. His mouth brushes against hers, but doesn't push in for a proper kiss.] Tell me how much, Angela.
[There hadn't been anyone else, not since before the confrontation with his brother, but he certainly hadn't forgotten how sex worked. Nor does he doubt that he's capable of giving Angela just what she wants. The pieces of his suit that come away are slick thanks to her earlier squirming, but his fingers are deft and he works free his quickly hardening cock with a low sound of relief. Angela had been nothing if not dedicated in ensuring that he retain as much of his body's original functionality as possible, despite the need for a few.. augmentations here and there.
He lowers her back down and lets her come to rest against his thighs, both of his hands moving to her arms and guiding her down between them.]
I should thank you for your attention to detail. [He presses her hands to his cock, as if there was any question where he wanted her touch.]
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She doesn't need to be gentle with him, but perhaps there's something tantalizing about the barely-there whisper of her touch, joined by little pinpricks of more defined sensation when her fingers skim over a thinner, softer parts of the suit. He could remove it- or at least as much of it as he could- but she grinds her hips down against him and he decides that neither of them have the time for that. He'd welcome her touch against his skin another night.
Pushing himself up, he slides an arm around her back, then lower, cupping her backside in his hand and lifting her up just enough that he can work his other hand in between them. His mouth brushes against hers, but doesn't push in for a proper kiss.] Tell me how much, Angela.
[There hadn't been anyone else, not since before the confrontation with his brother, but he certainly hadn't forgotten how sex worked. Nor does he doubt that he's capable of giving Angela just what she wants. The pieces of his suit that come away are slick thanks to her earlier squirming, but his fingers are deft and he works free his quickly hardening cock with a low sound of relief. Angela had been nothing if not dedicated in ensuring that he retain as much of his body's original functionality as possible, despite the need for a few.. augmentations here and there.
He lowers her back down and lets her come to rest against his thighs, both of his hands moving to her arms and guiding her down between them.]
I should thank you for your attention to detail. [He presses her hands to his cock, as if there was any question where he wanted her touch.]