[ The way Jonas looks at him is overwhelming, like a responsibility he fears fumbling but one that he's actually chosen for himself. To go from silly jokes to this so quickly is dizzying, but lips that press tenderness into his own justify it all as forged from a common purpose. That romantic attraction is strong, for both of them, and he trusts that not even alcohol could cause him to misconstrue what they both want from each other.
Does he have a boyfriend now? Does he have to ask first? He wants to ask, he realizes, but if kissing is inadvisable then that can only be worse. Leaning in against him again is an impossible gravitational pull to resist, but that sway is caught before he recreates their shared moment with a little less tenderness. ]
... sorry. I know I invited you out here and everything and you were probably sleeping before. I'm thinking... probably I should head back to my tent. [ He lingers, expression comically serious even as he's trying his hardest not to stare at Jonas's mouth.
And after battling with himself for far too long, he unnecessarily adds: ] You know I'm saying that because I have to, right? Not because I wanna' blow you off.
( He's beautiful. It's hard to think about anything else, especially when his dick's hard and he's getting a hard buzz on. Feeling Noctis' body against his would be as divine as Cain's, and it's that thought that makes him pause before meeting that sway with another kiss.
Cain.
Eyes lowering away from hair that looks just similar enough to be a strong reminder, Jonas nods. )
Yeah, I know. I don't have to like it, though. ( Smiling to contrast Noctis' put-upon sternness, his hands finally come away, working on untangling himself from warmth to again face the fire and stand. ) No, I gotta go, too. You're way too... uh... I'm having too much fun. That'sāI should get back to sleep.
( Almost hurriedly, he adds: ) Hey, this is gonna be the same in the morning, though. This. You and me.
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Does he have a boyfriend now? Does he have to ask first? He wants to ask, he realizes, but if kissing is inadvisable then that can only be worse. Leaning in against him again is an impossible gravitational pull to resist, but that sway is caught before he recreates their shared moment with a little less tenderness. ]
... sorry. I know I invited you out here and everything and you were probably sleeping before. I'm thinking... probably I should head back to my tent. [ He lingers, expression comically serious even as he's trying his hardest not to stare at Jonas's mouth.
And after battling with himself for far too long, he unnecessarily adds: ] You know I'm saying that because I have to, right? Not because I wanna' blow you off.
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Cain.
Eyes lowering away from hair that looks just similar enough to be a strong reminder, Jonas nods. )
Yeah, I know. I don't have to like it, though. ( Smiling to contrast Noctis' put-upon sternness, his hands finally come away, working on untangling himself from warmth to again face the fire and stand. ) No, I gotta go, too. You're way too... uh... I'm having too much fun. That'sāI should get back to sleep.
( Almost hurriedly, he adds: ) Hey, this is gonna be the same in the morning, though. This. You and me.