"There we go, knew you'd be so good and perfect for us," Angeal growls right into Sylvain's ear, which is a hilarious contrast with the way that he looks up at Mithrun almost apologetically. He really didn't mean for that to happen, honest.

The dominant aura is just too strong.

But he appreciates Mithrun waiting, for all that he'd wait his own dick to fall off, so he kisses his fingertips again and pats his wrist. They'll get you orgasming yet, buddy.