[ Cain laughs, muffling the sound against Percival's skin — entirely unrepentant. He should feel some contriteness, probably, but he can't manage it. Not when he's waited so long, when he's buried this attraction for months, put such careful distance between them. When he's had to hold himself back, every urge to reach out and touch Percival like he'd had that first brief, wonderful encounter, those weeks after, when he'd been able to pretend that everything could be easy and uncomplicated.
And now, with his fingers carding through Percival's soft hair, his hands curled in Percival's clothes, his lips pressed soft and smiling against Percival's skin, it's not uncomplicated at all. It may not be easy, either, but... it's better for that, knowing he can have this, and truly, that Percival welcomes all of it just as much as Cain wishes for it, the certainty of that knowledge burning like an ember in Cain's chest— ]
But I'm your brat! [ Crowing even as he squirms, trying to escape Percival's fingers, the writhing only pushing him closer against Percival. His voice is breathless, still so glad, and a moment later his tone softens, turns to a happy murmur. ] I'm yours.
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And now, with his fingers carding through Percival's soft hair, his hands curled in Percival's clothes, his lips pressed soft and smiling against Percival's skin, it's not uncomplicated at all. It may not be easy, either, but... it's better for that, knowing he can have this, and truly, that Percival welcomes all of it just as much as Cain wishes for it, the certainty of that knowledge burning like an ember in Cain's chest— ]
But I'm your brat! [ Crowing even as he squirms, trying to escape Percival's fingers, the writhing only pushing him closer against Percival. His voice is breathless, still so glad, and a moment later his tone softens, turns to a happy murmur. ] I'm yours.