[He more breathes the word out than says it. As he tries to recall, he is met with pain, but only a slight wince to his eyes tells of it. Were they lovers? They could have been, would the closeness he remembers tell of such? Or why that kiss came to him so...naturally?
As Cid's hand traces down his throat, he eases his head back a little exposing more as he leans into the touch. Then it settles on his scar, but he does not look at it, keeping his eyes on Cid.]
It doesn't. An old scar, I would wager. Sensation is dulled all around it.
[Idly he muses over that and the fact his emotions seem stunted in kind. Likely unrelated, even if the placement of the scar over his heart almost seems poetic, yet as Cid touches him, and as their breath mingles so, he does feel a beat of warmth within himself. A slight stir of something. He follows it, leaning forward to kiss Cid again, his free hand cupping the back of Cid's head this time as he crushes his lips against his, like a wave cresting against the hull of a ship.
After a few more moments of that intense kiss, he breaks it. His breath hot puffs against Cid's lips.]
Perhaps we were.
[He can feel the hot swell of arousal pulsing downward, and if that's any indication of bodily familiarity...]
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[He more breathes the word out than says it. As he tries to recall, he is met with pain, but only a slight wince to his eyes tells of it. Were they lovers? They could have been, would the closeness he remembers tell of such? Or why that kiss came to him so...naturally?
As Cid's hand traces down his throat, he eases his head back a little exposing more as he leans into the touch. Then it settles on his scar, but he does not look at it, keeping his eyes on Cid.]
It doesn't. An old scar, I would wager. Sensation is dulled all around it.
[Idly he muses over that and the fact his emotions seem stunted in kind. Likely unrelated, even if the placement of the scar over his heart almost seems poetic, yet as Cid touches him, and as their breath mingles so, he does feel a beat of warmth within himself. A slight stir of something. He follows it, leaning forward to kiss Cid again, his free hand cupping the back of Cid's head this time as he crushes his lips against his, like a wave cresting against the hull of a ship.
After a few more moments of that intense kiss, he breaks it. His breath hot puffs against Cid's lips.]
Perhaps we were.
[He can feel the hot swell of arousal pulsing downward, and if that's any indication of bodily familiarity...]