[IT REALLY IS SO STUPID. LUCAS IS TRULY THE DUMBASS OF ALL TIME!!!!! Love will be his executioner it's fine and deserved.
For now, he'll just settle himself on Scien's lap, reaching up with his free hand to tentatively touch Scien's cheek (face).]
Not so much, no. It isn't terrible.
[Just vaguely discomforted in the way you could expect it to be suddenly adding like Rock Lee training weights on to make sure you don't accidentally kill someone. Buckwild.]
It's worth what discomfort exists.
[He hasn't been able to touch people freely for ONE DAY.]
[ scien is still for all of one second when lucas's hands come up to touch his face, and then he turns toward him. last time lucas had been blind and had his sense of touch dulled for this sensation, but now he simply presses light kisses against his fingertips. a brush of lips against every point of contact, so remarkably gentle from an otherwise cold person. ]
As long as you're certain.
You know you are free to change your mind at any point.
[ the same way that lucas eased scien's discomfort after he didn't take his medicine, he should offer himself. any of his choices are his own, and reversible ]
[The way that Lucas has truly never once experienced the cold Scien Brofiise that some other people do. Absolutely hilarious.
His touch is careful, and there's a little spill of affection when his fingertips are kissed so gently. As almost always, there's still an inescapable thread of something violent, but it's not so close to the surface lately, and Lucas is getting better at living alongside it without allowing it to control him. Most times, at least.]
I know. But for now, this is fine. I don't mind it if this is what I get.
[Being able to hold Scien's hand without worry of crushing it, being able to touch his cheek and feel his lips against his fingers. He leans forward, returning the forehead kiss he'd been given earlier.]
[ cute...... scien doesn't expect the forehead kiss either, and there is just a small blip of surprise before that feeling also melts into something warm and affectionate. disgusting.
though he'll turn his head so that he can tilt his chin upward and catch lucas's mouth with his own instead. mwah ]
Allow me to give you all this and infinitely more.
People really think he is the most Catholic nun out there and he is very Catholic but his terrible drinking habits should be all anything needs to know honestly. Chastity isn't unimportant to him but the devil has been tempting him for DAYS AND DAYS AND DAYS and it's not like this will ever be a problem for him at any point in the future that he has barely thought about at all.
So he seems to sit with the words for a few moments, considering them as he cards his fingers through Scien's hair a bit absentmindedly. There's something fluttery that brings a little bright bubble of something both amused and pleased to the surface, though. Tell him two months ago he'd let the devil call him his lover and he'd have laughed himself to Hades, damn.
Eventually, he leans forward to kiss Scien again, smiling against his mouth - just a small little quirk.]
[ scien finds himself wondering just how bad his greed is going to get here. he is not a demanding lover. he does not ask for very much at all. but his wants are intense, when they do come to pass. there is truly nothing about scien brofiise that is even remotely capable of being casual or half-hearted. everything he pursues, he does so with the full intensity of his remade heart.
and so when lucas gives him another kiss, presses that smile so sweetly against his lips—scien can only nip lightly at his bottom lip, teasing. ]
I'll allow anything from you. But you'd best be fully aware of what you're getting yourself into.
[ and then he'll return them to a familiar position from earlier. lucas laid gently down upon the bed, and scien following after him. this time, he doesn't bother with the space between their bodies. rather, he keeps them pressed so closely that he wonders if he can feel lucas's heartbeat against his ribcage. ]
Whatever affection you give me, I will pay back to you fifty times over.
[It's the fucking feedback loop it's gonna get his ass...
Again, he'll allow himself to be laid down, and accepts the warmth and weight of Scien against him. His own heart is picking up in speed somewhat, little anticipatory skips as he shifts until he's comfortable and then lets his hands loop around Scien, finally able to touch instead of just having to rest his arms against his shoulders. He just lets his hands rest against his back for now, though, low and gentle.]
Oh, my... I may not survive. [HIS HEART!! But it's just a gentle tease because honestly he is still affected by the depth of the loss he'd felt not that many days ago over the stupid fucking foot massacre. One of the hands at his back moves again so that he can gently cup Scien's face, and there's a little mischievous twinkle in his eye.]
But I'll do my best to keep up with your affections, even so.
[ it is a gentle tease... scien has had enough days to recover from that stupid, stupid encounter—but at the same time, it did inform this heart of something important. he won't be able to survive in a world where lucas isn't. their upcoming situation is already warped. the lucas that is waiting for scien isn't this lucas, and there will never be a way to reconcile those memories.
and yet, he doesn't feel that this is the right time to mourn it. not when he would rather enjoy every single second that they're afforded, given how far they'd come.
when lucas's mischief comes to the forefront of his emotions, scien only finds himself so very curious. he wants to invite more of that still. the hand not maintaining his balance simply trails from where it rested at lucas's hip, meandering up his lower abdomen, torso, chest until his fingers find the fastens of his shirt. the top buttons had already been undone to give access to his neck, so why not a few more?
scien's own desire only grows, even as he leans down to press another kiss to lucas's mouth. when he pulls back, it's not far. distance is the last thing he wants. ]
[It's a quiet tragedy waiting to unfold, but Lucas certainly isn't going to be the first one to look it in the eye. He much prefers this - the ability to focus on the here and now, even if it may end so soon.
As Scien's hand wanders, Lucas will let his hand mirror the path, moving to tug up his shirt so he can run his fingers along the small of his back and feel his way up his spine. Even now, he's still cautious - even though the violence is so far below surface, and his limbs feel heavy enough that it would take effort to do true harm. But be enjoys the feel of it, anyway. The warmth and the softness, all the way until his fingers run up and over his shoulder, where they can hook there and rest comfortably for a moment.
There's still softness in his expression, even with the mischief, even as the hunger in him shows its tooth again. He closes the small gap between them in another kiss, and another, tender and wanting. His other hand rises so his fingers can thread through Scien's hair, and there's the softest little laugh.]
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For now, he'll just settle himself on Scien's lap, reaching up with his free hand to tentatively touch Scien's cheek (face).]
Not so much, no. It isn't terrible.
[Just vaguely discomforted in the way you could expect it to be suddenly adding like Rock Lee training weights on to make sure you don't accidentally kill someone. Buckwild.]
It's worth what discomfort exists.
[He hasn't been able to touch people freely for ONE DAY.]
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As long as you're certain.
You know you are free to change your mind at any point.
[ the same way that lucas eased scien's discomfort after he didn't take his medicine, he should offer himself. any of his choices are his own, and reversible ]
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His touch is careful, and there's a little spill of affection when his fingertips are kissed so gently. As almost always, there's still an inescapable thread of something violent, but it's not so close to the surface lately, and Lucas is getting better at living alongside it without allowing it to control him. Most times, at least.]
I know. But for now, this is fine. I don't mind it if this is what I get.
[Being able to hold Scien's hand without worry of crushing it, being able to touch his cheek and feel his lips against his fingers. He leans forward, returning the forehead kiss he'd been given earlier.]
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though he'll turn his head so that he can tilt his chin upward and catch lucas's mouth with his own instead. mwah ]
Allow me to give you all this and infinitely more.
That is my privilege as your lover.
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People really think he is the most Catholic nun out there and he is very Catholic but his terrible drinking habits should be all anything needs to know honestly. Chastity isn't unimportant to him but the devil has been tempting him for DAYS AND DAYS AND DAYS and it's not like this will ever be a problem for him at any point in the future that he has barely thought about at all.
So he seems to sit with the words for a few moments, considering them as he cards his fingers through Scien's hair a bit absentmindedly. There's something fluttery that brings a little bright bubble of something both amused and pleased to the surface, though. Tell him two months ago he'd let the devil call him his lover and he'd have laughed himself to Hades, damn.
Eventually, he leans forward to kiss Scien again, smiling against his mouth - just a small little quirk.]
As long as I'm allowed to return the favor.
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and so when lucas gives him another kiss, presses that smile so sweetly against his lips—scien can only nip lightly at his bottom lip, teasing. ]
I'll allow anything from you. But you'd best be fully aware of what you're getting yourself into.
[ and then he'll return them to a familiar position from earlier. lucas laid gently down upon the bed, and scien following after him. this time, he doesn't bother with the space between their bodies. rather, he keeps them pressed so closely that he wonders if he can feel lucas's heartbeat against his ribcage. ]
Whatever affection you give me, I will pay back to you fifty times over.
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Again, he'll allow himself to be laid down, and accepts the warmth and weight of Scien against him. His own heart is picking up in speed somewhat, little anticipatory skips as he shifts until he's comfortable and then lets his hands loop around Scien, finally able to touch instead of just having to rest his arms against his shoulders. He just lets his hands rest against his back for now, though, low and gentle.]
Oh, my... I may not survive. [HIS HEART!! But it's just a gentle tease because honestly he is still affected by the depth of the loss he'd felt not that many days ago over the stupid fucking foot massacre. One of the hands at his back moves again so that he can gently cup Scien's face, and there's a little mischievous twinkle in his eye.]
But I'll do my best to keep up with your affections, even so.
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and yet, he doesn't feel that this is the right time to mourn it. not when he would rather enjoy every single second that they're afforded, given how far they'd come.
when lucas's mischief comes to the forefront of his emotions, scien only finds himself so very curious. he wants to invite more of that still. the hand not maintaining his balance simply trails from where it rested at lucas's hip, meandering up his lower abdomen, torso, chest until his fingers find the fastens of his shirt. the top buttons had already been undone to give access to his neck, so why not a few more?
scien's own desire only grows, even as he leans down to press another kiss to lucas's mouth. when he pulls back, it's not far. distance is the last thing he wants. ]
I look forward to your attempts.
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As Scien's hand wanders, Lucas will let his hand mirror the path, moving to tug up his shirt so he can run his fingers along the small of his back and feel his way up his spine. Even now, he's still cautious - even though the violence is so far below surface, and his limbs feel heavy enough that it would take effort to do true harm. But be enjoys the feel of it, anyway. The warmth and the softness, all the way until his fingers run up and over his shoulder, where they can hook there and rest comfortably for a moment.
There's still softness in his expression, even with the mischief, even as the hunger in him shows its tooth again. He closes the small gap between them in another kiss, and another, tender and wanting. His other hand rises so his fingers can thread through Scien's hair, and there's the softest little laugh.]
I'll show you only my best.
[GUOBA GUOBA GOOBY CATHOLICISM.]