[ The grumbling isn't believable in the slightest when Cain's being kissed so fondly, when the warmth of Percival's mouth has him leaning forward, turning what's meant to be a light kiss into something much more heated. His lips part as he's lifted and he tightens his arms around Percival, wraps his legs around Percival's waist — he fits so neatly in Percival's arms like this that it's easy, his legs crossing at the small of Percival's back. His erection is so hard through his shorts, nudges against Percival's stomach, and the bright shock of pleasure has him gasping into their kiss, smiling against Percival's lips. ]
I wouldn't, ah, want to trip us again.
[ A laughing rejoinder as Percival lays him down — and Cain stretches out on the soft, mossy bank, reclining, lean body a long, inviting line. He keeps one hand in Percival's hair, fingers lightly curling in the damp locks, faintly and unmistakably possessive in this moment when it's so clear what's about to happen. When it's so clear how welcome it is.
He leans up to kiss Percival again as the other man stretches out over him, taking his time, so chaste as he presses his lips to the corner of Percival's mouth that it can be nothing more than a tease. Obligingly, he spreads his legs, lets them fall to either side of Percival's hips. Percival slots in against him, heavy over him, and Cain finds himself welcoming the heavy press of Percival's body, the way he almost feels held down.
With a soft laugh, he tugs at Percival's hair, just to feel the silky strands against his fingers. ]
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I wouldn't, ah, want to trip us again.
[ A laughing rejoinder as Percival lays him down — and Cain stretches out on the soft, mossy bank, reclining, lean body a long, inviting line. He keeps one hand in Percival's hair, fingers lightly curling in the damp locks, faintly and unmistakably possessive in this moment when it's so clear what's about to happen. When it's so clear how welcome it is.
He leans up to kiss Percival again as the other man stretches out over him, taking his time, so chaste as he presses his lips to the corner of Percival's mouth that it can be nothing more than a tease. Obligingly, he spreads his legs, lets them fall to either side of Percival's hips. Percival slots in against him, heavy over him, and Cain finds himself welcoming the heavy press of Percival's body, the way he almost feels held down.
With a soft laugh, he tugs at Percival's hair, just to feel the silky strands against his fingers. ]
And you've done such a good job.