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[why hurry when they have all the time they want? they're dead. fuck the consequences. at least, Fearless can't see very many consequences to this. he slides his hand down Cater's neck, down his shoulder, over his chest— savoring the feeling of another warm body.

that's the way it always used to be, really. a vague shadow, a silhouette of shape meant only for the feeling, for the rush. it was easy to lose interest back then before things had even gotten done. Fearless would find himself in the safety of a warm bed, with someone there to theoretically keep watch, and he'd fall asleep before he could get any action.

this time, though, he's different. just like with Seras before, Fearless is starting to learn the shape and color. Seras is this warm yellow not quite like the strawberry blonde of her hair, but like the shine of sunlight out from the gaps of haphazard blinds. Cater is so brand new to him that he is this fizzy kind of orange, like sparks against pavement. another rush, but in the light of the stars and sparks, Cater is starting to form a shape in Fearless's mind, under Fearless's hand.

a sigh against Cater's lips and Fearless runs his tongue across the flesh like he's knocking on a door— knowing he has that permission, though, it's more of a tease. his hands find their way to Cater's hips and squeeze, another summary of Cater's shape in Fearless's perception.]