Shy Blue Eyes <3Ɛ> Chapter Fifty-One

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THIS IS A SPICY CHAPTER. IT IS MOSTLY CENSORED OUT, BUT THIS CHAPTER IS AT LEAST 15+. I HAVE WARNED YOU. WHAT YOU READ PAST THIS IS YOUR CHOICE. Feather looked down, though he couldn't bring himself to cry. It didn't matter how hard he wanted to. He just couldn't. Lav sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around Feather's shoulders. "I know. I'm here for you, okay? Whatever you need," Lav whispered softly, gently pulling Feather closer. Feather rested his head on Lav's shoulder, taking a deep breath. "Thank you. Really." "Of course." Feather had ended up falling asleep like that. So Lav laid him down, making sure he was comfortable, before nuzzling closer to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Lav stayed awake the whole night, making sure that the gently purring demon was okay. Feather woke up a few hours later, finding Lav half-asleep on his chest. "Oh. Hey there," Feather purred, wrapping his arm around Lav, who mumbled something incoherent as he lifted his head, making Feather laugh softly, lifting his hand to gently ruffle Lav's messy red hair. Lav whined in response, closing his eyes again and rolling over so he was on top of Feather. They just kind of stared at each other for a good five seconds before Lav suddenly wrapped his arms around Feather's neck, their faces crashing together in a very questionable kiss. Feather yelped softly in surprise, completely caught off guard, but quickly melted into it, wrapping his arms around Lav's waist, holding him close. Lav groaned softly, his hand slipping under Feather's shirt, resting on his chest. Then everything heated up from there. It was a blur. The next thing Feather knew, he was completely spent, still panting softly, with Lav curled up at his side. Neither of them had their clothes on. Lav had almost instantly fallen asleep after all of the... 'festivities,' which left Feather completely alone with his thoughts. Why did he do that? Why would he do something so vulgar right after Searchlight had died? Did their whole relationship really mean that little to him? No. That wasn't it. He didn't have any coping mechanisms. He didn't know how to handle Searchlight's death, so he just went and did what he used to do with them, with someone else. He laid there in silence for a while, thinking about what he had done. It felt so wrong, but it also felt like the best thing he'd ever decided to do. Doing that with Lav felt... amazing.