[ the sharp contact brings out a gasp and alois' eyes grow wide once more, giving away that he wasn't expecting it. and, before he has a chance to say anything, kaworu's mouth is attached to his own. lips, teeth, and tongue coming to meet each other with such exhilaration.
because he's still angry, initially (and uselessly) alois tries to pull away, but then the heat caused by it feels like its slipped from kaworu's mouth, into his own, and down into the middle of himself. his chest feels like its ablaze. he tries to retaliate and digs his nails into the elder angel's thin back. still, he moans into his mouth, around his tongue, and tries to lift up to shift against him again. ]