[ At first, he truly thinks that this is the end of that. In a way, it's relieving. It means that they wouldn't have to deal with an uncomfortable conversation later, even if Percival has no idea how he's going to cope through the night. But, this is exactly what he deserved for being so blindly trusting of an unknown establishment.
Of course, things aren't that simple. Before Percival knows what's happening, his wrist is grabbed, and his journey out the door brought to an abrupt halt. ]
Let me go. [ He says, voice low, sounding as if he's at the end of his rope. Perhaps that's why he offers surprisingly little resistance when he's pulled forward. His body tenses when Vane pulls him close by the nape of his neck, yet oddly, the feeling of their lips pressing puts him... oddly at ease.
It tells him that they weren't on such separate pages after all, even if the page they're on is the worst idea to ever indulge.
The kiss is sloppy, both parties a little too intoxicated to worry much about keeping the gesture tidy and chaste. He craves more of this taste, the taste of Vane, alcohol and all, and though his face warms with nervousness and embarrassment all over again, he grips Vane's shirt tightly in his fist and shifts to straddle his lap where Vane sits. All the while, he doesn't pull away from his mouth. ]
oh yeah cw: smut
Of course, things aren't that simple. Before Percival knows what's happening, his wrist is grabbed, and his journey out the door brought to an abrupt halt. ]
Let me go. [ He says, voice low, sounding as if he's at the end of his rope. Perhaps that's why he offers surprisingly little resistance when he's pulled forward. His body tenses when Vane pulls him close by the nape of his neck, yet oddly, the feeling of their lips pressing puts him... oddly at ease.
It tells him that they weren't on such separate pages after all, even if the page they're on is the worst idea to ever indulge.
The kiss is sloppy, both parties a little too intoxicated to worry much about keeping the gesture tidy and chaste. He craves more of this taste, the taste of Vane, alcohol and all, and though his face warms with nervousness and embarrassment all over again, he grips Vane's shirt tightly in his fist and shifts to straddle his lap where Vane sits. All the while, he doesn't pull away from his mouth. ]