[ well, he’d gone and ruined it – nier doesn’t push it, allowing cloud to break free from his grasp and watching as he rises half way. his heart sinks a little, features now visibly sullen as he scoots back, but he should’ve know better. ]
...It’s okay. I’m sorry.
[ he reassures him, even if the air is still and awkward.
but then cloud comes back, and he’s pressed flushed against him, radiating an intense amount of heat. at the peck and what becomes of it, nier is a little awe struck, confusion swarming him before he eases into it. but once he does, it’s reciprocated in full, and his hand tilts cloud’s chin up to catch him in a proper kiss this time.
cloud’s lips are surprisingly soft, he thinks, and his movements are stilted and strained...but he’s so gentle too. ]
[In this world any affectionate touch means the exchange of magic. Even amongst two monsters, given that they're both bonded to two witches. And as an affectionate touch, magic is certainly exchanged at the kiss, especially when adjusted. And said magic is heady and overwhelming- almost as overwhelming as any exposure to mako he'd been subjected to.
If holding hands that one night felt like a tidal pull, this feels more intense- when the magic moves from him to Nier, it's like being underwater. When the magic courses back to him from Nier, it's like coming up for air after a long time.
Even that doesn't explain his temperature going up a few more degrees though. Or the fact it feels like his heart's in his throat, feeling, at least, like it's about to burst from his mouth. That's not magic, or either of their changes. Or their senses. Or their abilities. That's him- the sensation, the emotion this small act- the man behind it- elicits from him. ]
Y-yeah.
[He responds, into the kiss, before breaking away and pressing his forehead against Nier's.]
...Sorry. Didn't-
[-know what to do. He hadn't imagined, with his history of... everything that anything he felt could be reciprocated.]
No- Never mind.
[His voice is low. He can still taste him. He lowers his eyes, swallowing, trying to slow his heartrate. Trying being the operative word.]
[ it feels like the sun washing over him, bright and warm, cradling him in its light. it’s like being filled to the brim, and for a moment he’s whole again, the comfort of another being wrapping all around him.
their foreheads are braced against one another, and selfishly, nier’s arms gently loop around cloud’s shoulders. his grip is slack enough that cloud can shove him off easily — but as the heat of his breath hits his face, nier’s eyes flutter shut, as if he’s bestowing cloud with some sort of privacy.
after all, it always was difficult for him to look him in the eye, wasn’t it? ]
You can do what you want. [ to me, and with me. ]
Because I want to, too.
...I wanted you here to start with — so I could be with you.
[He doesn't protest when he feels Nier's arms move over his shoulders. He should, he thinks- he should take this for what it was, say his goodbyes, and move back to the living room for the day, so they can both talk it over the next night.
That's the best thing to do. Aerith's just in the next room, the sun's almost up and she'll be awake soon, and she probably would look in on him. He should be there for the sake of being there, at least.
But he doesn't want to. Especially when he opens his eyes, and he sees Nier's own, closed, face at rest, expression peaceful- and he moves his own arm to rest his hand against his cold cheek. A leg move between Nier's own to hook into one of his- and his other arm rests against his chest- curling into his sleeping clothes.
Then his body relaxes.
And softly-]
I'm here. And I'll be here, where you want me to be. But you should go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere.
[ nier cradles him, like something delicate to be cherished and treasured — tiredly, his cheek rubs against his forehead. suddenly, a pair of ice-cold lips are pressed to cloud’s forehead. had nier not known any better, he’d think cloud had a fever right now. poor guy, resigned to this discomfort so frequently. ]
Cloud. [ nier says after a moment of silence, eyes still closed. ]
Come into my bed whenever you want. It’s yours now too.
[ he can feel it; the rise and fall of his chest against his own form. ]
...I want to do this more...
[ it’s entirely chaste — even if a part of him knew that realistically, that would change at some point. for now, he could relish this simply. ]
[His eyes half-open at that, before he closes them again, tilting his head carefully into the touch of his lips. Honestly... that makes him happy. In more ways than one- it's nothing to do with the offer of somewhere to sleep. Not really. It's more...
...complicated than that.]
Alright.
[He shifts slightly, trailing his knuckles against Nier's cheekbone. Then he pulls his hand away from his face; exhaling. He tilts his head up to catch his lips again, speaking lowly. Carefully.]
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...It’s okay. I’m sorry.
[ he reassures him, even if the air is still and awkward.
but then cloud comes back, and he’s pressed flushed against him, radiating an intense amount of heat. at the peck and what becomes of it, nier is a little awe struck, confusion swarming him before he eases into it. but once he does, it’s reciprocated in full, and his hand tilts cloud’s chin up to catch him in a proper kiss this time.
cloud’s lips are surprisingly soft, he thinks, and his movements are stilted and strained...but he’s so gentle too. ]
Are you sure?
[ that it’s alright, he means. ]
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If holding hands that one night felt like a tidal pull, this feels more intense- when the magic moves from him to Nier, it's like being underwater. When the magic courses back to him from Nier, it's like coming up for air after a long time.
Even that doesn't explain his temperature going up a few more degrees though. Or the fact it feels like his heart's in his throat, feeling, at least, like it's about to burst from his mouth. That's not magic, or either of their changes. Or their senses. Or their abilities. That's him- the sensation, the emotion this small act- the man behind it- elicits from him. ]
Y-yeah.
[He responds, into the kiss, before breaking away and pressing his forehead against Nier's.]
...Sorry. Didn't-
[-know what to do. He hadn't imagined, with his history of... everything that anything he felt could be reciprocated.]
No- Never mind.
[His voice is low. He can still taste him. He lowers his eyes, swallowing, trying to slow his heartrate. Trying being the operative word.]
It's okay. I wanted to. ...I still want to.
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[ it feels like the sun washing over him, bright and warm, cradling him in its light. it’s like being filled to the brim, and for a moment he’s whole again, the comfort of another being wrapping all around him.
their foreheads are braced against one another, and selfishly, nier’s arms gently loop around cloud’s shoulders. his grip is slack enough that cloud can shove him off easily — but as the heat of his breath hits his face, nier’s eyes flutter shut, as if he’s bestowing cloud with some sort of privacy.
after all, it always was difficult for him to look him in the eye, wasn’t it? ]
You can do what you want. [ to me, and with me. ]
Because I want to, too.
...I wanted you here to start with — so I could be with you.
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That's the best thing to do. Aerith's just in the next room, the sun's almost up and she'll be awake soon, and she probably would look in on him. He should be there for the sake of being there, at least.
But he doesn't want to.
Especially when he opens his eyes, and he sees Nier's own, closed, face at rest, expression peaceful- and he moves his own arm to rest his hand against his cold cheek. A leg move between Nier's own to hook into one of his- and his other arm rests against his chest- curling into his sleeping clothes.
Then his body relaxes.
And softly-]
I'm here. And I'll be here, where you want me to be.
But you should go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere.
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Cloud. [ nier says after a moment of silence, eyes still closed. ]
Come into my bed whenever you want. It’s yours now too.
[ he can feel it; the rise and fall of his chest against his own form. ]
...I want to do this more...
[ it’s entirely chaste — even if a part of him knew that realistically, that would change at some point. for now, he could relish this simply. ]
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[His eyes half-open at that, before he closes them again, tilting his head carefully into the touch of his lips. Honestly... that makes him happy. In more ways than one- it's nothing to do with the offer of somewhere to sleep. Not really. It's more...
...complicated than that.]
Alright.
[He shifts slightly, trailing his knuckles against Nier's cheekbone. Then he pulls his hand away from his face; exhaling. He tilts his head up to catch his lips again, speaking lowly. Carefully.]
Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.