[ His stomach flutters beneath Percival's fingers as Cain draws in a sharp breath, sensitive to that warm touch. It's a promise of more, having his shirt lifted, having Percival's fingers on bare skin like this, a promise that he's not pleased at all to have withdrawn, even if it's only to tease.
Cain tightens his hold on Percival's shirt as Percival falls back, not letting him pull far away at all.
His gaze dips down to follow the path of Percival's hand; his smile turns a little smug at seeing the red bruise already rising on Percival's skin.]
You wouldn't really make me wait any longer, would you? [ The barest note of pleading in his voice. ] I'm not that fragile, I promise you.
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[ His stomach flutters beneath Percival's fingers as Cain draws in a sharp breath, sensitive to that warm touch. It's a promise of more, having his shirt lifted, having Percival's fingers on bare skin like this, a promise that he's not pleased at all to have withdrawn, even if it's only to tease.
Cain tightens his hold on Percival's shirt as Percival falls back, not letting him pull far away at all.
His gaze dips down to follow the path of Percival's hand; his smile turns a little smug at seeing the red bruise already rising on Percival's skin.]
You wouldn't really make me wait any longer, would you? [ The barest note of pleading in his voice. ] I'm not that fragile, I promise you.