Static jumped between Alastor's ears as Angel kissed him. His eyes were wide, shocked, as he froze in place.
It wasn't unpleasant, he supposed. He'd never really had much interest in kissing. Why would he, after all? It was such intimate physical contact. He could taste the liquor that Angel had been drowning himself in all night.
That brought to mind his own drunken self cuddling against Angel, wanting the spider to scratch his ears again to feel that shiver of pleasure rolling up and down his spine. And Angel's rejection of him. Looking back on that moment with sobriety, he knew why Angel had pushed him away. Even if he'd been too drunk to understand and had been hurt by the rejection.
It was time to repay the favor.
He gently reached up, cupped Angel's face in his hands, and carefully pushed him away.
"Not when you're drunk," Alastor said, his emotions confused. "That'd be taking advantage, and I don't want to do that."
But did he want to kiss Angel? Well, that was the part he wasn't sure about. It had been pleasant, yes, but kissing implied more of a connection than just casual exchange of saliva. To him, it was something fragile yet more permanent. Something he'd never participated in. Hell, he came from a broken home and had never seen an even somewhat healthy relationship outside of the public personas people put up. He didn't even know how such a relationship could work.
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It wasn't unpleasant, he supposed. He'd never really had much interest in kissing. Why would he, after all? It was such intimate physical contact. He could taste the liquor that Angel had been drowning himself in all night.
That brought to mind his own drunken self cuddling against Angel, wanting the spider to scratch his ears again to feel that shiver of pleasure rolling up and down his spine. And Angel's rejection of him. Looking back on that moment with sobriety, he knew why Angel had pushed him away. Even if he'd been too drunk to understand and had been hurt by the rejection.
It was time to repay the favor.
He gently reached up, cupped Angel's face in his hands, and carefully pushed him away.
"Not when you're drunk," Alastor said, his emotions confused. "That'd be taking advantage, and I don't want to do that."
But did he want to kiss Angel? Well, that was the part he wasn't sure about. It had been pleasant, yes, but kissing implied more of a connection than just casual exchange of saliva. To him, it was something fragile yet more permanent. Something he'd never participated in. Hell, he came from a broken home and had never seen an even somewhat healthy relationship outside of the public personas people put up. He didn't even know how such a relationship could work.