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[Cater brushes his thumb against Fearless' lips, shifts to cup his cheek.]

If I was a Libra, I wouldn't be decisive enough to go for what I want.

[He swings his leg over, placing himself over the man's hips. Although he's looking down at him, he's not quite blocking the view of the stars.]

Ding ding ding! Winner, winner! Ready for your prize?

[prodigalgun]

[emotionally avoidant. classic Aquarius.

but see, Fearless doesn't get anything out of prying, and he is perfectly satisfied with what he gets out of this. his hands are on Cater's thighs immediately, and he nods before he speaks, his body starting to answer before his mouth.

he shrugs, tilting his head to the side and acknowledging;]

I mean, who doesn't like winning?

[he's a changed man, sure, but not that changed.

and Cater is... well, Fearless is taken for a moment, by the way Cater looks framed by the stars, and for that moment those dark eyes of his are wide and curious.]

[caycay]

[He was being all too obvious, he knew, pulling a stunt like this right after everything that Fearless had said. Admitting to it all in the worst possible way. And yet, somehow, he doesn't feel like he's being judged for it. Fearless looks at him like he gets it, and while it's incredibly frightening to be seen, there's something comforting in being understood.

Maybe this would be scarier, if it were someone he knew from home. But what was happening here, it wasn't like either of them were trying for some kind of deep connection, right?

It's hard not to soften at the way he's being gazed at, right now. Like Fearless is seeing something that Cater couldn't possibly see for himself.]

I wanna pick up where we left off.

[He leans in a little closer, hands running down Fearless' chest.]

I don't really care if you tell me it's a bad idea.

[prodigalgun]

Well, I wouldn't tell you that now.

I'm not tryn'a chase you off.

[he drums his fingers against Cater's thighs, mouth drawn into a little grin like someone who's just been served their favorite meal as he looks Cater up and down again. and then he moves one hand up to Cater's face instead, pushing some of that hair out of the way so he can keep a good look at him, so he can rest his palm on the back of Cater's neck.]

In fact, I think it'd be a great idea if you let me kiss you again.

[caycay]

[Looking down at Fearless, some of that maybe-a-bit-desperate edge to what he was doing softens even further than before. He lets himself be drawn closer by that hand, stopping short from actually going in for a kiss himself, this time.]

You have some pretty good ideas. So, what're you waiting for?

[prodigalgun]

[Fearless leans up to speak against Cater's lips;]

Permission.

[he answers, playful and sweet, before giving Cater that kiss he wants so bad. Finger curling in a lock of hair at the base of Cater's neck, Fearless hums, satisfied.]