[ wayland has kissed someone before, but she was one of his kind. she knew everything about him, soothed away the rage that built in his belly to keep his wolf down. even if it had appeared, she'd have been able to handle it with tooth and claw. but as a half moon, he takes pride in his ability to swallow his animal down, to refuse its impulsive claims over his body.
when seph's lips brush against his own, his eyes flutter shut completely and he cradles his head, kissing him very softly. this close, he can smell the other quite thoroughly, the crisp clean notes of rain and something darker, almost tainted, underneath.
part of wayland's own soul clenches, like looking in a mirror and seeing something ugly, but somehow adoring that ugly thing all the same. sephiroth's hair slips through his fingers and he parts ever so slightly to look him in the eyes and whisper. ]
Think you and I... got something awful in common...
[ their foreheads brushing, then noses, then wayland like a true creature pushes them both to the lush grass, the ground, and kisses sephiroth in earnest, his body thrumming with nerves, anticipation. what are you doing, weathers-the-storm, some part of him says, but also... he doesn't care.
feels weird that this man... might understand precisely what's been quite literally eating him alive from the inside. ]
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when seph's lips brush against his own, his eyes flutter shut completely and he cradles his head, kissing him very softly. this close, he can smell the other quite thoroughly, the crisp clean notes of rain and something darker, almost tainted, underneath.
part of wayland's own soul clenches, like looking in a mirror and seeing something ugly, but somehow adoring that ugly thing all the same. sephiroth's hair slips through his fingers and he parts ever so slightly to look him in the eyes and whisper. ]
Think you and I... got something awful in common...
[ their foreheads brushing, then noses, then wayland like a true creature pushes them both to the lush grass, the ground, and kisses sephiroth in earnest, his body thrumming with nerves, anticipation. what are you doing, weathers-the-storm, some part of him says, but also... he doesn't care.
feels weird that this man... might understand precisely what's been quite literally eating him alive from the inside. ]