#pre void

Angel's hands are folded in his lap, body lax and head comfortably resting back against his Lord's chest. His sunrays are pulled in to stay unobtrusive and out of the way. His usual nerves are quelled by the warm hand under his shirt, scratching lightly against his chest. The peaceful quiet of the atmosphere has Angel startled when the Lord's other hand, previously preforming similar actions on the servant's thigh, oh so delicately intertwines with one of Angel's. His hands are only a little larger but Angel's are very clearly much less intimidating in appearance, softer and rounder. He watches in half-lidded bliss as the Lord- his Lord lifts his hand to his lips. The knuckle kisses are followed by a low rumble in his chest, not quite a purr but something just as content in nature. Angel quite literally glows, a feature once kept to mock him now adored by the very being who put him through it all. The amused, scratchy chuckle only makes it worse. Angel turns to pout but his poor attempts are intercepted by the nuzzle against the side of his face. The Lord coos sweet little nothings against his servant's audio receptors that he would swear against for the rest of his existence.