( catch-all )

[tzaraisen]

Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others
What: April catch-all, including aftermath things
When: April
Where: Places
Warning(s): will warn appropriately

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[baguablade]

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. ]

[tzaraisen]

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. ]

[baguablade]

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. ]