"Good boys." Angeal slips downwards along with Sylvain, broad chest pressing there up against his back while his arms slip around underneath him. He spares just a moment to shift upwards and kiss Mithrun's own hand - show his appreciation for the other going along with this.

Of course Mithrun would, but, still.

With that done, he settles back, and one palm slides along the inside of Sylvain's thigh. Not touching anything directly just yet, but certainly there. "Now then, aren't you good and hungry for it. You've been needing to be on your knees for a while, haven't you? Pretty boy like you, right where he belongs, just for us."