Angel whimpered softly into the kiss. One hand lifted as if in slow motion, carefully touching EIn's cheek, then sliding back to thread his fingers into his hair. The other curled around the arm of the hand in his pants, not to stop him, but as leverage. His hips had a mind of their own, pushing into the hand that gripped him.  "Ein! It's been so long." he knew he'd not last long at all.  Never even pleasuring himself when alone, he would wake up in shame and disgust on the rare occasion, his sheets wet from dreams he never remembered.