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[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.]