[He was going to let Crow make the "when this stops" call but it seems like it's not stopping?? Rean doesn't exactly object. It's really nice, if a bit overwhelming. He's going along with making out for a little while, mainly because he himself finds he doesn't want to stop. It's all a bit intense for his first experience in kissing--well making out now.
When Crow tries to drag him on top though he finally resists. Not because that doesn't seem like an amazing idea, but sort of because it seems like an amazing idea. He's already rather hard, and if he weren't sort of floating on giddy endorphins and how nice kissing Crow is he'd be really self-conscious of that.
As it is his cheeks are pink, his lips are red and swollen and glistening, and he's having to take a moment to catch his breath while he pulls back enough to like, try to talk without pulling so far he's out of Crow's arms. Turns out having Crow's hands all over him is nice. He should try being handsy with Crow next time. If there's a next time. If this isn't some drunken distraction tactic. He's hoping it's not. He's really really hoping is not and this will be a regular thing.
He takes another steadying breath, and finally tries to speak. His voice sounds a bit wrecked honestly.]
Crow.
[And uh. That's all he's got. Actually. Well that's one way to shut Rean up. He has no clue what to say next, all his brain cells have scattered in the wake of passionate, prolonged kissing.]
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When Crow tries to drag him on top though he finally resists. Not because that doesn't seem like an amazing idea, but sort of because it seems like an amazing idea. He's already rather hard, and if he weren't sort of floating on giddy endorphins and how nice kissing Crow is he'd be really self-conscious of that.
As it is his cheeks are pink, his lips are red and swollen and glistening, and he's having to take a moment to catch his breath while he pulls back enough to like, try to talk without pulling so far he's out of Crow's arms. Turns out having Crow's hands all over him is nice. He should try being handsy with Crow next time. If there's a next time. If this isn't some drunken distraction tactic. He's hoping it's not. He's really really hoping is not and this will be a regular thing.
He takes another steadying breath, and finally tries to speak. His voice sounds a bit wrecked honestly.]
Crow.
[And uh. That's all he's got. Actually. Well that's one way to shut Rean up. He has no clue what to say next, all his brain cells have scattered in the wake of passionate, prolonged kissing.]