Everytime the voices in Angel's head told him this was wrong, Ein kised or nipped at him. Each time the voices said he was dirty and he'd make Ein dirty too, Ein massaged him where he hadn't been touched in years, deeply inhaled his scent, sendng him into mini fits of ecstasy. He mouthed no each and every time, but his body welcomed it, begging for more.<br/><br/>Angel lifed his knees, the pants tight around his thighs cradling the fox as he lifted his hips into that natural rhythm his body had never forgotten. Hair splayed in the grass beneath him, ass lifting from the ground, It was surreal.   Not just a hour before would he have believed himself to ever do such a thing, yet now he was gripping Ein's hips with one hand and squeezing a cheek in the other sealing ther bodies together at the end of each long slow stroke.<br/><br/>Lies. His mind told him lies. Angel arched his back, then slid his hands up his side's nudging Ein to sit tall.  "You're so beautiful."