[ Their movements may not be refined in any sense of the word. In fact, if his mind were clearer and his own thoughts less clouded by alcohol, he would have spared a moment to have a good laugh at Vane's expense and the way he aims his grip and misses.
As careless and sloppy as their movements are, they satisfy and urge Percival on nonetheless in a way that he never would have entertained. Certainly not with Vane, of all people. Vane was someone that he was doomed to continually butt heads with. Someone that he would secretly consider a friend, but would never publicly acknowledge more than necessary. And rarely without a healthy dose of insults to follow.
But tonight, as a consequence of their poor decisions, he yearns for his company and his affection, and the stupid way he can't even kiss him properly without letting his tongue slip to the side of his lips, wet and shameless. Percival braces his palms on both of Vane's shoulders and frowns deeply at the other's taunt. Is that the game he was going to play, even now, when he's clearly past the point of being able to make rational decisions? He settles further into Vane's lap and tugs on his shirt collar harshly enough that their foreheads meet and are held firmly in place. ]
Keep provoking me, I dare you.
[ He shifts a little and closes his eyes when Vane teases him with his teeth, accidental or not. He's so stupid. But this is endearing and affectionate in the way that only Vane is capable of, without pretense or subtlety. It's this stupidly simple gesture of affection that makes his heart swell with affection for this idiot. ]
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As careless and sloppy as their movements are, they satisfy and urge Percival on nonetheless in a way that he never would have entertained. Certainly not with Vane, of all people. Vane was someone that he was doomed to continually butt heads with. Someone that he would secretly consider a friend, but would never publicly acknowledge more than necessary. And rarely without a healthy dose of insults to follow.
But tonight, as a consequence of their poor decisions, he yearns for his company and his affection, and the stupid way he can't even kiss him properly without letting his tongue slip to the side of his lips, wet and shameless. Percival braces his palms on both of Vane's shoulders and frowns deeply at the other's taunt. Is that the game he was going to play, even now, when he's clearly past the point of being able to make rational decisions? He settles further into Vane's lap and tugs on his shirt collar harshly enough that their foreheads meet and are held firmly in place. ]
Keep provoking me, I dare you.
[ He shifts a little and closes his eyes when Vane teases him with his teeth, accidental or not. He's so stupid. But this is endearing and affectionate in the way that only Vane is capable of, without pretense or subtlety. It's this stupidly simple gesture of affection that makes his heart swell with affection for this idiot. ]