Crow's mind was working in overdrive trying to tell him to stop, but Crow was already passing his tongue over Rean's and moving his head back only to lean back in and deepen the kiss. He knew it was enough, knew he had to stop eventually, but with Rean (finally) in his arms he wasn't willing to stop just yet. Rean was warm and soft and having him in close proximity made Crow feel like he could just shake all of the stress from his shoulders even if the feeling of Rean's mouth on his was addicting.
He knew what love was and he knew what lust was. He knew that he'd been pining for a while, and he knew that seeing Rean with anyone who even so much as dropped a hint of being interested in him was enough to incite an ugly feeling in Crow's gut. In the end, he knew his limits as well as Rean's, and he would always step aside if Rean felt like he was in love with someone else.
Rean was incredibly dense, but he was also self-aware. He wasn't stupid.
(Crow was stupid-- is stupid, will always be stupid, will always bend until he breaks and want until there's nothing left, only to want more.)
He would kiss Rean as long as he wanted him to, but he pulled away eventually with a soft noise as their lips parted, thumbs gently rubbing circles against the skin over the line of Rean's pants where Crow snuck his hands under Rean's clothes for a moment. It was a small, innocent touch, tame and open as Crow stepped back away from Rean and sighed.
"Enough," he said, eyes closing briefly so Crow could regain his bearings. "I'm not complaining! I think I'm dreaming because this is way too nice to happen to me, but I'll bite: what was that for?"
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Crow's mind was working in overdrive trying to tell him to stop, but Crow was already passing his tongue over Rean's and moving his head back only to lean back in and deepen the kiss. He knew it was enough, knew he had to stop eventually, but with Rean (finally) in his arms he wasn't willing to stop just yet. Rean was warm and soft and having him in close proximity made Crow feel like he could just shake all of the stress from his shoulders even if the feeling of Rean's mouth on his was addicting.
He knew what love was and he knew what lust was. He knew that he'd been pining for a while, and he knew that seeing Rean with anyone who even so much as dropped a hint of being interested in him was enough to incite an ugly feeling in Crow's gut. In the end, he knew his limits as well as Rean's, and he would always step aside if Rean felt like he was in love with someone else.
Rean was incredibly dense, but he was also self-aware. He wasn't stupid.
(Crow was stupid-- is stupid, will always be stupid, will always bend until he breaks and want until there's nothing left, only to want more.)
He would kiss Rean as long as he wanted him to, but he pulled away eventually with a soft noise as their lips parted, thumbs gently rubbing circles against the skin over the line of Rean's pants where Crow snuck his hands under Rean's clothes for a moment. It was a small, innocent touch, tame and open as Crow stepped back away from Rean and sighed.
"Enough," he said, eyes closing briefly so Crow could regain his bearings. "I'm not complaining! I think I'm dreaming because this is way too nice to happen to me, but I'll bite: what was that for?"