#crowel

For a while the only sounds in the room were their noises of appreciation, followed by the tingling of wood against ceramic when they reached the end of the bowls.

Crow felt so comfortable, it was remarkable that Indrel had such an effect on him. Oddly, he'd felt a sort of connection between them from the very beginning of their acquaintanceship, and somehow he knew that it'd been the same for Indrel.

Things between them hadn't been exactly easy considering what happened in the past, but the initial tension was leaving place for other, more pleasant feelings, and Crow knew for sure that Indrel wasn't holding who he had been in his former life against him, as opposed to other Guardians.

Crow noticed that the warlock was unusually silent and didn't want for that peaceful moment to end so soon.

"That was really good." he said rolling his sore shoulders before sprawling against the chair.

Indrel's face lit up at those words and he clasped his hands together in approval. "Right?! My boyfriend Drem-7 suggested it to me." he proudly admitted with a content smile. But then he blinked and quickly took a napkin from the table.

Crow quirked an eyebrow at him, not understanding that swift change of mood.

"Oh, wait-" the warlock leant towards him, grabbing on to Crow's chair for balance, to clean the corner of his mouth. "There was a- you've got someth- uhm." he started blabbing in response to Crow's intent staring, only to get self conscious of his current position.

They were impossible close and Crow could feel the Light irradiating from the warlock. He couldn't help but stare at his parted lips, feeling a sudden warmth bursting in his chest.

"You're... so pretty." it slipped past his lips before he could stop himself, but the bewilderment that shook Indrel's face was worth it.

Crow wanted to risk it all, he wouldn't allow fear to get in his way, not anymore. He wouldn't hide, not from Indrel who'd been his friend when others wouldn't.

So, he carefully took Indrel's hand, gazing into his molten hues as he squeezed it gently.

The warlock took a wet breath, leaning even closer to Crow. Lips just a few inches from each other now.

The more time passed, the faster Crow's heart beat and he felt Indrel's skin scolding under his, like living fire. Their Lights mingled, making the hair on his neck stand while his head felt dizzy. It was one of the most intense sensations he ever experienced.

Rational thinking totally forgotten, he brought the warlock's hand against his mouth, eyes never leaving his. "Can I-?" he left the sentence hanging, words brushed against his knuckles as he muttered.

Indrel's whole face flushed purple as he shyly nodded.

The hunter kissed his fingers, slowly, relishing in the way Indrel shuddered at the gesture, eyes half lidded and breath becoming more labored.

"Crow.." the warlock called him in a choked whisper and Crow wanted hear more of it. Wanted to elicit more reactions out of him.

He used their current position to get Indrel almost on his lap, giving his arm a gentle tug. Then, he cradled his cheek, tilting his head up to reach for him.

Indrel was deliciously tempting, all flushed and frustrated, and Crow was too weak to resist. He'd been repressing this need for too long, but he wanted to indulge it, now.

Even though he towered over the hunter, Indrel looked small and unsure how to move as his arm that was gripping on the chair tensed even more, his gaze bouncing between Crow's mouth and his eyes. His body was sending mixed signals, confusing Crow who was just waiting for... something.

His thumb caressed Indrel's cheek in circular movements, tenderly slowly, before slipping lower, to his bottom lip that quivered at the touch, as his free hand found the warlock's hip.

"Indrel, I-" his voice died in his throat, his heart drummed in his ears so loudly he feared that the other awoken could hear it. He was bursting hot under the warlock's undivided attention.

At last, he gently gripped Indrel's chin, tilting it to the right angle, before deciding to cancel the few, remaining inches.

Their lips almost touching, Crow's fingers tightening around leather, the most delightful anxiety clenching his guts, Indrel's sweetish perfume filling his nostrils and lungs.

That wait was physically painful and when he finally thought he could quench his thirst, Indrel suddenly pulled away, leaving him cold and dazed.

"I-I have... to go." the warlock hurriedly excused himself as he stood up unsteadily on his feet, his gaze darting everywhere but Crow's direction.

Crow watched him scurry away, running a hand through his hair, then over his face as he just stayed there sprawled on the chair, hot and bothered.