*The gentle assurances are nearly enough to undo him. As it is the shaking becomes continuous, and his mouth twists, and the only reason his eyes haven't spilled over is because they're wide and avoiding L's direct gaze. Hijodeputa, he's a mess. L won't mind will he? He said he wanted sex, and Cesar can give that to him. He knows what Lazarus' copy liked, so he can--shit, what if Lazarus likes something completely different? He's suddenly aware of the gentle push at his shoulder, and the way L is taking his time, and Cesar struggles to match him. That's fine. This is fine. He'll adapt.*
*He's still too lost in what's going on inside of him to back off completely, but the kiss softens to something manageable, and the counter isn't digging into the smaller man so much. If given a little more time he'll let up so that it's not pressing at all. Was that too fast? It was like something Lazarus' copy would have done. Where does that footprint end and Cesar's preferences begin? It's been long enough that Cesar doesn't know anymore, and a deep part of him worries: Lazarus can't stand his doppelganger. What if the traces left by him are too obvious?*
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*He's still too lost in what's going on inside of him to back off completely, but the kiss softens to something manageable, and the counter isn't digging into the smaller man so much. If given a little more time he'll let up so that it's not pressing at all. Was that too fast? It was like something Lazarus' copy would have done. Where does that footprint end and Cesar's preferences begin? It's been long enough that Cesar doesn't know anymore, and a deep part of him worries: Lazarus can't stand his doppelganger. What if the traces left by him are too obvious?*