He wasn't going to rush. They might die tomorrow, sure, but it was nice for once to live like there would be one. So while Spite and Assan allowed it, he stretched the moment. There were only four buttons on the vest; he would make them last. He nipped at Lucanis' ear and trailed feather-light kisses along his chin, to then stop with lips hovering a fraction of an inch above the Crow's. Hovering there, he finally undid the first button, then he stilled, fingers resting lightly in the small part undoing the button had created. Waiting to see what that other man's next move would be.
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He wasn't going to rush. They might die tomorrow, sure, but it was nice for once to live like there would be one. So while Spite and Assan allowed it, he stretched the moment. There were only four buttons on the vest; he would make them last. He nipped at Lucanis' ear and trailed feather-light kisses along his chin, to then stop with lips hovering a fraction of an inch above the Crow's. Hovering there, he finally undid the first button, then he stilled, fingers resting lightly in the small part undoing the button had created. Waiting to see what that other man's next move would be.