Angel's hands, soft and curious, awaken from their nap before he does. They glide over his skin, mapping out his body with gentle touches. They pinch his nipples, making them perk up, then trace the lines of his abs, feeling each ridge and dip. His hands seem to have a will of their own, slowly inching downwards, pausing at the edge of his briefs, teasingly, before slipping inside, ready to grasp the growing hardness they've found.