[ The coloring is all wrong here. It should be blond hair and pale skin, that blush darkening until it's too much to hide, but it isn't and Cain doesn't know what to think about it. That he shouldn't be thinking about Abel right now, probably, and so, he shoves the thought as far down as he can manage, fingers curling just a fraction tighter into the other's shirt so he can drag him down. He's not putting up a fight, and even if he tried, Cain would have made it difficult to get away.
He leans closer, cutting the space so that their faces are nearly pressed together. ]
Do I need a reason? [ The answer is no, but Cain decides to give him some clarification. The edge of his mouth lifts into the sharp pull of a smirk. ] We can start with something smaller. [ And he's snaking his arm around him to get a good fistful of that hair, a different grip than the one in his shirt. Cain presses a thumb into Styx's bottom lip until it touches his teeth. ]
lmao i just feel bad I'M SORRY
He leans closer, cutting the space so that their faces are nearly pressed together. ]
Do I need a reason? [ The answer is no, but Cain decides to give him some clarification. The edge of his mouth lifts into the sharp pull of a smirk. ] We can start with something smaller. [ And he's snaking his arm around him to get a good fistful of that hair, a different grip than the one in his shirt. Cain presses a thumb into Styx's bottom lip until it touches his teeth. ]