[Nero doesn't go anywhere, content to be underneath Bradley. Content to be close. Content to be with him for the moment, boneless and lazy and feeling undone. He can't help tilting his face into the touch.
There's a light throb in his wrists, the proof of Bradley against his skin. A reminder for the next few days of his own weakness. He will remember this later, and perhaps continue to spiral with guilt.
That's neither here or there. He's too content to overthink in the moment.]
You... too. [The following kiss is less aggressive and more loving, something that he wants to savor. This is his Bradley, after all.]
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There's a light throb in his wrists, the proof of Bradley against his skin. A reminder for the next few days of his own weakness. He will remember this later, and perhaps continue to spiral with guilt.
That's neither here or there. He's too content to overthink in the moment.]
You... too. [The following kiss is less aggressive and more loving, something that he wants to savor. This is his Bradley, after all.]