There's a reflexive look of rejection, and then a flush of embarrassment for having such a stupid reaction. It passes over his features for only a moment and then there's an easy smile, one of his lower hands slides to free that poor cock, savoring the weight of it and giving a few idle strokes.

The fur on his hands is less thick than in other places, but just as soft and he wonders if this might be a novel sensation for him, and how long it took before it began common place for Angel? "Tell me about next time," he encourages, licking a stripe delicately along his jaw and whispers in his ear, "Tell me all the thing you want to do to me?"