"Well, aren't you forward?" Fernando says guiding him. "Anything in particular that you are looking for?"

He grins at the comment.

"Find any good spots high up?" He asks, following after Fernando happily. 

"Have not investigated everything. But I know some places. Most spots are more ground level, actually." He is taking him outdoors.

Outside! 

"I guess I could settle for ground level if I had to," he says with a melodramatic sigh. 

"Why? Are you tired of being on the floor?"

It takes Angél moment to process that. He reddens just a little bit.

"I'm always eager to get off the ground," he replies after a second's delay. 

There are a some benches in a garden area. It's actually not that secluded, in fact there are some windows turned their way just over there. Fernando sits on one of the benches.

Angél pauses in front of the bench, giving Fernando a curious head tilt for his choice of location. 

"Classes have not started and the area is otherwise not very well traficked." He points out.

"Oh, I see." He takes a few steps closer, glancing up at a nearby window, "But what if someone were to happen to look outside?" He comes to a stop just a few centimeters in front of Fernando, folding his hands together behind his back and smiling down at him. "They might see something." 

"See what? By the angle of those windows, plus the bushes on the way. I am sure they won't see anything more than two healthy young men passing time together."

"Oh? Is that all we'll be doing?" 

"Dunno. Any ideas?"

He hums, eyes flicking down to glance at Fernando's lips, and then back up at his eyes, "A few."

He leans down towards him, just a little bit. 

"Good. Care to share them with the class?"

He leans back again, tilting his head. Alright, then. He sits on the bench. 

"...Well, I hate to sound like our mutual acquaintance, but maybe you could give me a little demonstration of your gift? The description you gave at the study was... intriguing. I've been waiting eagerly for months to learn more."

Something seems to caress Angèl's face, making the way down to the side of his neck, then chest, hovering there. A soft pressure with shape hard to describe, not quite going through his shirt. "Like so?"

He leans into it, eyelashes fluttering. 

"...Yeah," he breathes, "Like that." 

"Oh good." He takes one of Angél's hands and holds it in his. He seems to be examining the hand, but his gift instead dances across the other's skin, making his way down. Not feeling at all like a hand.

He leans in further, resting some of his weight on Fernando's gift. His other hand comes up to press hard against his chest, and he traces the path of the telekinesis over his clothes.

(How far down? Somewhat distracted yet still inquiring minds would like to know.)

Fernando smiles innocently and waits until Angélo is on the verge of making a question before moving downwards. He keeps on smiling, looking for a reaction.

"Ah-!" He flushes, his hand stopping above the waistline of his jeans. The hand in Fernando's squeezes his reflexively, and his eyes flick down to his lips again, and then further down, settling on his chin, half-lidded. Whatever assertiveness was left in his body language flees it. 

"Good, good." Fernando breaks the hand contact to lean on Angélo and kiss his neck. A hand on the other's knee. One hand holding Angélo's back. Which does not prevent Fernando from undoing his zipper.

No, it doesn't, does it. Angél bites his lip, shuddering under Fernando's hands, and tilts his head to the side to give him better access. 

Fernando's telekinesis does not cause further undressing. It causes other things. Sensations that got stronger now that it can more easily slip inside Angélo's pants.

And his mouth is quite busy as well. He gets experimental with both things.