Cause and Effect (( |WW| & StainedCrimson )) Private|18+

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He'd regretted it. Saying such an accusation was simply uncalled for. He could see the obvious hurt he'd caused Ryu just seconds after. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he mumbled, the regret of his question heavily rested in his words. It was too much for him, that was obvious to tell. Feeling so out of his usual comfort zone may have been part of it, but mostly the feeling of his body doing things all these embarrassing things on it's own without matching up to all the emotions whirling around inside. His fingers flexed, pressing a bit more into the skin beneath them. It was really warm, and firm, just pliant enough to leave little dents.

 

"Y-you're probably right. Adrenaline, or whatever. Too much going on today. Can't think straight." He couldn't think on one thing alone, so his thoughts were all over the place. He wanted to grab on and not let go- but he wanted to run away just the same. He hated contradictions. "S-sorry" He repeated, obviously feeling like he needed to get that apology across. This was what happened when you were close to someone; it always ended up a mess somehow.

 

Being too old. Being uninterested. He didn't know what he was supposed to answer. Should he say yes? He'd gotten more than firm from all the teasing. Did that mean he liked guys? No, he didn't like guys- he never had before. It was Ryu. That alone made things way more complicated. Forget blood or no blood. This man had been a stand in father. Or something along those sacred lines. Uncle, father, whatever title wasn't really relevant. His chin lifted and his gaze rose to find the older's, locking and staying. Tears pooled and overflowed, streaking his cheeks as Ryu told him how much he cared. "U-uncle," he spoke then sniffed inwards on a shuddered breath, his lower lip giving a small quiver just before he was given a kiss at the corner.

 

The older smelled good this close, and he could still smell the wine against his breath. Though chaste, his situation was still the same. He wouldn't be calming down without release. His hands hesitated against the male's chest, a thumb skimming a nipple not in payback at all, but just because it had been there. He followed to the bedroom, reaching down to adjust himself when ryu's attention was elsewhere. Damn it hurt, he couldn't ever remember being this swollen. Maybe his attraction was really ...real. Maybe, without everything else his body was only reacting honestly; his mind may have been too closed-off to understand.

 

"Wait," he spoke, just barely passing the doorway into the bedroom. The bathroom was so close, just half the room away. His back bumped against the wall next to the door-frame and he shook his head, sending silky strands licking at his tear-streaked face. His eyes were dazed and filled with impatience. "Don't want to wait." His hand was already covering the material that strained against his erection. "Please, you caused this." Cameron groaned softly, his head tipping back a bit as his fingers moved over the material. What was he waiting for?