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And I will not be repeating myself.

[ Comes the murmured response from Percival, now hovering barely over Cain's Adam's apple. It makes him happy, of course, to feel reassured that he can trust Cain's sincerity and true feelings, but it was true that he has always been forthcoming about his loyalty. He would support Cain's goals so long as they were just and good, however dangerous they may be. ]

I have never backed down once I've made a decision, and I don't intend to start now—

[ It's a good thing his self-important response is cut off, and Percival is surprisingly pliant to Cain's direction. He shivers as he feels the other's lips and teeth tug and suck on his skin, making his blood run just a little faster. He knows full and well that the contact will leave a mark, but he can't bring himself to fully protest by pulling away. Not when his body has yearned for Cain for so long, and not when he's done everything in his power to suppress that yearning before.

But that doesn't mean he can't pout about it. His hands carefully dig into Cain's sides while he hisses. ]

You brat—!

[ 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.

Are you saying that now I can deal with you as I see fit? [ He murmurs back, lifting the hem of Cain's shirt slightly to run his fingers along the warm skin of his abdomen. He'd truly underestimated how much he'd missed this, how much this, more than breathing and walking about again, made him feel alive and human.

Eventually, he forces himself to pull himself back, hand raising to lightly dab at the spot Cain had left him with. He looks down at Cain, really looks at him, bandages and all. He grins. ]

You're lucky you're injured, or I'd return it tenfold. [ In fact, a part of him still worries that he may be accidentally hurting him by pressing his weight upon him, however lightly it may be. ] Perhaps I should leave you to finish healing.

[ Does he want to? Heck no. Will he? Nah. ]

Yes, I'm saying exactly that.

[ 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.

Maybe I should, for your insolence.

[ It's comfortable... reassuring to be able to fall back into this routine, into teasing one another without any actual bite. Whereas before, Percival's tone might have come off as defensive, there's nothing but fondness now, even if he will actually suffer in trying to discreetly hide that mark later.

But as much as he teases, he's certain he can't wait anymore, either. Percival is modest (when he's not showing off his titties at least), but he's still very much a man with desires. And those desires have been wholly focused on the man before him for quite some time.

He wants. They will simply have to be careful.

He still hesitates, however, pressing his forehead against Cain's once more and lingering for a moment. ]

Don't hesitate to tell me if I'm hurting you.

[ He closes his eyes and kisses him eagerly once more, loving and sincere, while his hands continue their work in lifting Cain's shirt upward. ]

You won't.

[ Murmured into the kiss, heartfelt and with utter certainty, no doubt at all. Not with how careful Percival's being with him — but it's more than this, more than just Percival being cautious of his wounds. He wants to believe that Percival won't be like his brother, won't leave him again. He wants to believe, for this moment, in impossible things, that Percival can keep any promise he makes, that Percival won't do anything to hurt him.

He's trusting Percival. It's as simple as that. Unbearably complicated, and he wants all of it.

Just as he wants the heat of Percival's mouth, the slick slide of Percival's tongue — the vulnerable feeling of bare skin pressed against Percival's clothing as his shirt is lifted, and Cain pulls at the buttons of Percival's shirt, eager to have it opened, well aware that he's making it that much harder for Percival to remove his clothing. After all, he has to be insolent if Percival's going to be rebuking him for it. ]

Hm.

[ Is the only response that Cain gets, because for once, Percival has no protest to offer. He's been caught in his blatant bluff, and he doesn't have the strength to keep it up. He smiles as he feels Cain press further against him, his body remembering this feeling and this time, unabashedly basking in it.

There are no more doubts in his mind, because when Percival resolves to do something, to make such a staunch promise to him, nothing short of fate itself would stop him from keeping that promise. His mind quickly wanders to other matters, however, like the way Cain's mouth teases and pulls him further in, likely without even trying.

It's a good sign that both of them are eager to see each other bare, but unfortunate in its inconvenience. ]

Don't be difficult. [ He murmurs in between sloppy kisses, giving Cain's lower lip a sharp nibble as punishment. Soon enough, though, he relents in the name of progress, pulling back so he and Cain can pull his shirt fabric past his shoulders. Once discarded, he wastes no time in finishing his own task, carefully peeling cloth over the other's head, all the while making sure not to aggravate his bandages. ]

But you like me when I'm difficult.

[ Impish, accompanied by a wicked curl of Cain's mouth and a dip of Cain's lashes that's anything but demure. He at least lets Percival divest him of his shirt, lets Percival even go slowly with that, mindful of his own injuries, the lingering strain of lifting his arms over his shoulders, how the movement pulls at his back — how it bares the white cloth wrapped around his torso, all the way up to his shoulders, even a few gauze pads taped to the back of his neck. Cain's well aware that it looks bad.

He doesn't give Percival a chance to second guess himself, what they're doing. Not when he has the bared planes of Percival's chest in front of him to splay his fingers over.

Cain traces over the smooth skin, feeling the firm muscle below. He hums as he glides his hands up Percival's stomach, up his pecs, lets his thumbs just barely brush over the rosy nubs of Percival's nipples — only then lifts his eyes up to catch a glimpse of Percival's expression at that tease. ]

At what point do I give you that impression?

[ Percival's voice is airy, his gaze growing increasingly concerned when he sees the shape that Cain is in. But this new trust that they've agreed to... isn't just Cain being forthright about his intentions and feelings. It's also Percival trusting that Cain wouldn't be so recklessly foolish that he would agree to something simply for his benefit.

So while he hesitates, it isn't more than a second before he lowers himself upon him again, fingers careful to trace around and lightly over his wounds.

Cain will apparently show no such consideration (not that he has any reason to), and the sensation of Cain's hands trickling and feeling along his chest makes his breath hitch. The light tease against his nipple makes his body tense briefly and his cheeks color, lower lip jutting out in the slightest of pouts. ]

I'll get you yet. [ He whispers, leaning down to give Cain a quick peck while his hand trails down between them, pausing at Cain's bandaged torso before quickly unsnapping his trousers. ]

Will you?

[ Soft, breathed back against Percival's mouth, but all the more mischievous for the whispering. Cain's feeling flushed, his pulse quickening with Percival's hands on him, his pants opened, no way to mistake Percival's intent. And he's glad for it, eager — as eager as he is to taste Percival's mouth again, to kiss away the pout from Percival's lips, to linger, trailing a soft brush of his lips over the corner of Percival's mouth and up to Percival's cheek as he slides his arms around Percival, pulling Percival closer to him.

He holds Percival there, embracing him for a long moment, letting his mouth rest against Percival's temple. ]

But you do have me. [ His cheeks heat anew saying it, but still, it feels good to reaffirm it. It leaves him feeling warm and heated, as much as having Percival against him. ]

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