[ it's easy to play a role, isn't it? to slink right into it like it was made for you, and let it absorb you, a disease of your own making. people could be anything they wanted to be. pretending could take you so, so far.
his head is throbbing again, faintly, through the fog. he doesn't want to think about it. cloud's fingers stop shy of his waist, and his thighs are shifting against him, face close enough that his breath is beating onto his skin. ]
...You do.
[ he means that, earnestly. if there was truly an outlier here: it wasn't roche. maybe that's what scares him. his fingers creep underneath the hem of his shirt, searching for skin and the contours of his muscle. yes, this was the hardened body of a SOLDIER; it was unlike the way his own skin clung to bone and marrow, a kind of uncanniness that people could always recognize in him.
for a moment, there's a pang of envy. jealousy. want. ]
I believe you.
[ "but i don't believe myself." ]
...Do you want me on top of you?
[ it's a question more than it is a statement, like he's fumbling in the dark here -- but it's grounded in desire too as his fingers spread apart, feeling for him intently. ]
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his head is throbbing again, faintly, through the fog. he doesn't want to think about it. cloud's fingers stop shy of his waist, and his thighs are shifting against him, face close enough that his breath is beating onto his skin. ]
...You do.
[ he means that, earnestly. if there was truly an outlier here: it wasn't roche. maybe that's what scares him. his fingers creep underneath the hem of his shirt, searching for skin and the contours of his muscle. yes, this was the hardened body of a SOLDIER; it was unlike the way his own skin clung to bone and marrow, a kind of uncanniness that people could always recognize in him.
for a moment, there's a pang of envy. jealousy. want. ]
I believe you.
[ "but i don't believe myself." ]
...Do you want me on top of you?
[ it's a question more than it is a statement, like he's fumbling in the dark here -- but it's grounded in desire too as his fingers spread apart, feeling for him intently. ]