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[ Crow lets his own smile drop from his face and pulls away. ]
You know, I still meant what I said before... you can always tell me "no."
[ He can't promise he wouldn't pull away, but that's a measure of self-protection, even if he hadn't meant to hurt Rean with it. ]
So take all the time you need. And give me the answer that's right for you.
You know, I still meant what I said before... you can always tell me "no."
[ He can't promise he wouldn't pull away, but that's a measure of self-protection, even if he hadn't meant to hurt Rean with it. ]
So take all the time you need. And give me the answer that's right for you.
[ Crow's quiet for a long moment, trying to collect his thoughts. To give Rean an honest answer. He would have to try very deliberately not to shut Rean out. It's instinct, self-preservation. It hurts too much to trust someone, to be open with him if he can't do the same in return.
But Rean is worth trying for. And really, maybe he deserves not to have that trust. It's not like hadn't screwed Rean over already here. "Dangersnake" was never far from his thoughts these days. ]
I won't shut you out.
[ He means it. ]
But Rean is worth trying for. And really, maybe he deserves not to have that trust. It's not like hadn't screwed Rean over already here. "Dangersnake" was never far from his thoughts these days. ]
I won't shut you out.
[ He means it. ]
He's definitely going to get her naked but uh, at the moment he's distracted, staring at her wide-eyed. It's not like this isn't something that's new to him exactly but it's new with her and why wouldn't he be blushing and happy and turned the hell on with her like this?
Especially when she touches him not just with her hands, but her mouth and cheek.
"T-Towa..."
Well she's not playing fair and he loves it, voice soft and hitched as he watches her, transfixed.
Especially when she touches him not just with her hands, but her mouth and cheek.
"T-Towa..."
Well she's not playing fair and he loves it, voice soft and hitched as he watches her, transfixed.
"Not especially." Don't read too much into it, Mister Grumpy Gus.
"Ah, do tell me what you think your own failings are, though, if you would not mind?"
"Ah, do tell me what you think your own failings are, though, if you would not mind?"
"Both."
She's got time.
"I might as well continue to be troublesome, I suppose."
She's got time.
"I might as well continue to be troublesome, I suppose."
[ Crow wraps his arms slowly around Rean again. ]
Honestly, I think it's better if I do feel that guilt. If I remember how it feels, I won't make that mistake again. ...Hurting you wasn't worth it.
[ He strokes Rean's hair. ]
But... I wasn't agreeing because I think I owe you. At least, that wasn't the main reason. It's that even if you can't rely on me, even if it the thought hurts... you're always gonna be worth it to me.
Honestly, I think it's better if I do feel that guilt. If I remember how it feels, I won't make that mistake again. ...Hurting you wasn't worth it.
[ He strokes Rean's hair. ]
But... I wasn't agreeing because I think I owe you. At least, that wasn't the main reason. It's that even if you can't rely on me, even if it the thought hurts... you're always gonna be worth it to me.
I could get used to hearing you say my name like that.
[It makes her that much more determined to do well. What she lacks in experience, she'll have to make up for elsewhere. And whether she admits it or not, she's always worked hard hoping to please others.
She strokes the base, while her tongue dips out to taste him, testing different pressures, different areas-- looking up at him and watching him watch her so she can take in every expression.
And so she can let him have a little taste of his own wish.
Only instead of her own pleasure he's watching, it's seeing her face as she enjoys pleasuring him.]
[It makes her that much more determined to do well. What she lacks in experience, she'll have to make up for elsewhere. And whether she admits it or not, she's always worked hard hoping to please others.
She strokes the base, while her tongue dips out to taste him, testing different pressures, different areas-- looking up at him and watching him watch her so she can take in every expression.
And so she can let him have a little taste of his own wish.
Only instead of her own pleasure he's watching, it's seeing her face as she enjoys pleasuring him.]
He's shaking his head. Also shaking a little in general as the tension drains and he starts to cry harder. Which isn't actually helpful to explaining but Crow did want to see him vulnerable.
Well he's pretty shaken and holding onto Crow with an increasingly stronger grip. Never painful, but almost desperate.
"It's not that!"
Well he's pretty shaken and holding onto Crow with an increasingly stronger grip. Never painful, but almost desperate.
"It's not that!"
[ Crow will continue to hold onto Rean, tightening his own grip in an attempt to help anchor him even if he doesn't understand the problem. ]
Man... if the problem isn't "I'm an untrustworthy asshole" then I don't actually know where I fucked up here.
Man... if the problem isn't "I'm an untrustworthy asshole" then I don't actually know where I fucked up here.
"Somehow being an idiot, as you put it, feels like the larger crime..."
I know I'm.... in some kind of representation of Rean and that you're a part of him.
[ So no, he doesn't realize this is the True Heart he's been speaking to. ]
[ So no, he doesn't realize this is the True Heart he's been speaking to. ]
[You know, its a rare time where Dusk sincerely admits he regrets his decisions, BUT YEAH, HE REGRETS.]
[He doesn't even know why, but as he sees the memory, he feels the clawing in his head of something mad/hurt/so very angry, coiling fingers around his thoughts, digging and twisting because it resonates and it resonates HARD.]
[He expected bad, he prepared for bad, he prrpared to be hurt and angry for Rean, he didn't expect the way two voices scream in his head.]
[He grabs Rean, desperate for an anchor, a scream tearing out from his throat as he hopes it vents what's in his mind.]
[He doesn't even know why, but as he sees the memory, he feels the clawing in his head of something mad/hurt/so very angry, coiling fingers around his thoughts, digging and twisting because it resonates and it resonates HARD.]
[He expected bad, he prepared for bad, he prrpared to be hurt and angry for Rean, he didn't expect the way two voices scream in his head.]
[He grabs Rean, desperate for an anchor, a scream tearing out from his throat as he hopes it vents what's in his mind.]
His fingers curl against the sheets and he holds still as she plays with him. Of course his cock twitches in her hands with interest but the rest of him is as perfectly stationary as possible, letting her do as she wishes without interference.
Save for lifting one hand to gently and encouragingly pet through her hair. Not really trying to distract her, just needing to touch her a little as he watches what a wonderful picture she makes. It's how she's having fun even more than any of the rest that has him completely unable to look away.
"I'll say your name as much as you want."
His voice is hushed, hitched with pleasure. And he responds, carefully, to her exploring touches.
"Right there is good... A little higher... You can use more pressure--not too much... That feels... incredible..."
Well aware that feedback is important but having a hard time keeping his voice remotely steady.
Save for lifting one hand to gently and encouragingly pet through her hair. Not really trying to distract her, just needing to touch her a little as he watches what a wonderful picture she makes. It's how she's having fun even more than any of the rest that has him completely unable to look away.
"I'll say your name as much as you want."
His voice is hushed, hitched with pleasure. And he responds, carefully, to her exploring touches.
"Right there is good... A little higher... You can use more pressure--not too much... That feels... incredible..."
Well aware that feedback is important but having a hard time keeping his voice remotely steady.
Oh hm bad.
Rean wraps his arms around Dusk, holding him tightly, the kind of gently confining pressure that usually helps panicking animals. If Dusk lashes out that's fine, this is a part that's hard to hurt.
But there is... Calm in him, if Dusk doesn't outright reject it there's a sort of soothing pressure to his embrace. Not suppressing emotions, but projecting safety
"..."
Rean wraps his arms around Dusk, holding him tightly, the kind of gently confining pressure that usually helps panicking animals. If Dusk lashes out that's fine, this is a part that's hard to hurt.
But there is... Calm in him, if Dusk doesn't outright reject it there's a sort of soothing pressure to his embrace. Not suppressing emotions, but projecting safety
"..."
"I am... I don't know what the right words should be. I am Me. All of Me but also the heart of Me. Of Rean. You, here, in my soul... You can see any aspect of me you want to.
But this, me, I'm me. Both the same and not the same as me outside. The heart of Rean's heart is me."
But this, me, I'm me. Both the same and not the same as me outside. The heart of Rean's heart is me."
[ And this is where Crow realizes how badly he fucked up. ]
[ He buries his face into Rean's hair. ]
Haha, doesn't that just figure...? I ask you to be straight with me and then when you're trying, I shut out the most important part of you.
[ He really is an asshole, isn't he? Hurt feelings don't compare to that. ]
Haha, doesn't that just figure...? I ask you to be straight with me and then when you're trying, I shut out the most important part of you.
[ He really is an asshole, isn't he? Hurt feelings don't compare to that. ]
....And I nearly lost the most important thing to me, didn't I...?
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