❋ (Long time no see friend)
bad decisions >> accepting
It was just one beer. Well, that’s what they said when they started. One turned to two turned to three turned to five turned to eight turned to a number they no longer had enough fingers to count to. So their hands found something else to do.
Cid’s curled around Reeve’s waist, holding him between his chest and the back of the sofa. Reeve, as far as Cid could tell, had one hand down his back muscles and the other curled into his hair. Or maybe they were somewhere else. Cid was a little preoccupied with kissing him to actually bother with figuring out where Reeve’s hands were.












