An audible whimper escaped his lips at the removal of his hands and disappointment in himself, and the lack of touch flooded his senses. He was still very erect, but the throbbing ache was a familiar friend, one he was embarrassed to admit he enjoyed and tolerated more so than a<i>normal</i>man would. Angel didn't feel normal. Angel felt dirty.  He wrung his hands slowly, one palm red and tender. After a time of enjoying the closeness he cleared his throat.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry because I felt myself becoming something ... wanting something I shouldn't from  you.  I don't want you to be my slave, Ein. Just an assistant.  An as an assistant .. we shouldn't.. well I'd feel I'm no different .. that I'd be taking advantage of your obedience." He finally lifted his head to look at him, saddened his hair now covered his eyes again.