...You're so pure-hearted I don't know how you're alive.
[Crow is definitely not going to survive this relationship. But for now he's leaning back in the tub, resting his head against the back of it, closing his eyes, and trying to breathe.
It's honestly gonna be really hard to answer that while keeping his hands above water but he assumes that's what Rean would prefer so he's going to try. He'll just have to curl his fingers along the edges and hold them there.
This is embarrassing but when Rean's so earnest how can Crow reject him?]
But, fine. Okay... I'm thinking about you. Looking up at you and not seeing anything else, or feeling anything else. Just you all over me, and knowing I can't run from it. If I try you hold me til I can't even think about it. You won't let me move and I don't want you to. I feel caught and it makes everything better. You fucking me, and leaving marks, so I know I'm yours and you won't let go. It feels... secure, somehow. More real.
[It's easier to keep going once he starts, but it's harder to hold still. His fingers clench til his knuckles go white and his voice is at once heavy and breathless. He was being purposefully crude before, but this is a lot more honest, and he's a lot more wrapped up in it.]
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[Crow is definitely not going to survive this relationship. But for now he's leaning back in the tub, resting his head against the back of it, closing his eyes, and trying to breathe.
It's honestly gonna be really hard to answer that while keeping his hands above water but he assumes that's what Rean would prefer so he's going to try. He'll just have to curl his fingers along the edges and hold them there.
This is embarrassing but when Rean's so earnest how can Crow reject him?]
But, fine. Okay... I'm thinking about you. Looking up at you and not seeing anything else, or feeling anything else. Just you all over me, and knowing I can't run from it. If I try you hold me til I can't even think about it. You won't let me move and I don't want you to. I feel caught and it makes everything better. You fucking me, and leaving marks, so I know I'm yours and you won't let go. It feels... secure, somehow. More real.
[It's easier to keep going once he starts, but it's harder to hold still. His fingers clench til his knuckles go white and his voice is at once heavy and breathless. He was being purposefully crude before, but this is a lot more honest, and he's a lot more wrapped up in it.]