（ purpose is always the same, and you learn to recognize it. sometimes even before the people themselves do. certain things are coded into microexpressions and motions and people are often way more predictable than they're willing to accept about themselves.
(a few thousand years' experience helps, too.)
so cy's not exactly surprised when the kid does an about-face and hauls him in. he's more intrigued, pleasantly amused, and of course he kisses back, one hand lifted up to let his thumb catch at the edge of his jaw, fingers fanned against his neck. cy lets him to be the one to call the shots not out of any especial dislike or inability for doing it himself, but because hey — he's the injured one, he knows his own limits and what he's after. the kiss, therefore, is exactly as slow and languid as cain wants it to be. cy tastes like cheap beer and whatever candy he's been eating apace, and the cigarette he's still holding in one hand. ）
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(a few thousand years' experience helps, too.)
so cy's not exactly surprised when the kid does an about-face and hauls him in. he's more intrigued, pleasantly amused, and of course he kisses back, one hand lifted up to let his thumb catch at the edge of his jaw, fingers fanned against his neck. cy lets him to be the one to call the shots not out of any especial dislike or inability for doing it himself, but because hey — he's the injured one, he knows his own limits and what he's after. the kiss, therefore, is exactly as slow and languid as cain wants it to be. cy tastes like cheap beer and whatever candy he's been eating apace, and the cigarette he's still holding in one hand. ）