[ Percival doesn't expect to be pulled forward, especially not when that hand of his is still healing, and in fact, he's about to scold Cain for putting strain on it, but his efforts soon have to switch and focus to not crushing the other man beneath him.
His smile has been replaced, once again, with a look of surprise, head spinning when he feels that now-familiar warmth of his lips return. He shifts, frowning when he realizes there's a real possibility of accidentally putting pressure on parts of Cain that are still healing, but he can't bring himself to damper Cain's spirit. Not when his own feels as though he's floating through the clouds, heart ready to leap out of his chest.
His gaze grows soft, once again serious, despite Cain's own shift to impish. He leans down to clasp his fingers around Cain's uninjured hand, bringing it towards his lips and giving his knuckles a quick peck. ]
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His smile has been replaced, once again, with a look of surprise, head spinning when he feels that now-familiar warmth of his lips return. He shifts, frowning when he realizes there's a real possibility of accidentally putting pressure on parts of Cain that are still healing, but he can't bring himself to damper Cain's spirit. Not when his own feels as though he's floating through the clouds, heart ready to leap out of his chest.
His gaze grows soft, once again serious, despite Cain's own shift to impish. He leans down to clasp his fingers around Cain's uninjured hand, bringing it towards his lips and giving his knuckles a quick peck. ]
You will be mine, then? Truly?