Slowly, Finn looked back at Raihn's eyes. The way Raihn said his name was almost enough to make him crumble, but he pushed himself harder so that he wouldn't. Then it hit him, his heart sunk a bit when Raihn confessed to feeling the same way. It made a huge wave of relief crash over Finn, enough to see his shoulders physically drop from the tension. Maybe Raihn had hit Finn too hard and he was dreaming or hallucinating. He grabbed his own hand, squeezing it to see if it was real, wincing as he did so since it was real. Extreme excitement surged through his body when he saw Raihn moving closer. It was wild to think they were just punching each other not even 5 minutes ago. Finn was quick to melt into the kiss and wrap his arms around Raihns neck. He leaned in more, desperate to feel Raihn's warmth. The kiss had hurt since his face was slightly messed up, but the pure feeling of happiness overpowered it. He didn't stop leaning in and getting closer until he could feel his body slightly pressed against Raihn. He had craved this for far too long to cut it short, so he didn't pull away.

Raihn felt the subtle shift in Finn's gaze, the way his eyes seemed to soften and the tension in his shoulders seemed to dissolve entirely. He could practically see the relief rushing through him as the weight that Finn had been carrying finally eased now that everything was out in the open. Raihn couldn't help but smile, though it was small and fleeting as he watched the way Finn squeezed his own hands. It was clear to him that he was trying to ground himself in the moment. The sight made something stir in Raihn's chest, a mix of affection and disbelief that this was actually happening. Was he really doing this? Was he really going to throw the risk aside and let himself have this? It was foolish, dangerous even, and yet Raihn knew the answer to the questions he'd asked himself. Yes. At least while he was staying here, yes he'd allow himself this. Sure it'd make things more difficult, more complicated in the long run but certainly these feelings he had, this desire he felt whenever it came to Finn, was worth it.

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When Finn leaned into the kiss, Raihn felt his breath hitch. He hadn't expected Finn to react so... eagerly? Was that the right word? He hadn't expected him to melt into it the way that he did, nor did he expect to feel his arms wrapping around his neck and pulling them even closer to one another. Raihn's free hand instinctively found its way to Finn's side, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if he were trying to anchor them both into this moment. He could feel Finn's body pressing against his, the warmth of him erasing every ounce of pain and exhaustion that had been weighing him down. This kiss was messy and a little awkward, but so was whatever relationship they had just opened the doors to. Raihn's busted lip and bruised face ached and stung as he kissed Finn, but none of it mattered. This kiss was everything Raihn hadn't allowed himself to realize he'd been craving. It was raw, unguarded, and so... so real. It was different than the kisses they had shared while intoxicated, because there was nothing to blame it on except for his own personal wants and desires, his own emotions and feelings.

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Raihn could feel the desperation in the way Finn clung to him, the way he refused to pull away as if this might vanish if he let it, and honestly, he was sure his own actions mirrored Finn's. How he kept his hand on the guy's side, holding him close, how he himself didn't break the kiss but instead leaned into it further, ignoring the sting of his cut lip. It was several moments before Raihn finally broke the kiss and even then he lingered a mere inch from Finn's lips. Drawing in a breath in an attempt to catch it, he let his forehead rest against Finn's, still attempting to stay close. His voice was low and slightly lower when he spoke. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." He admitted, his lips barely brushing against Finn's as he spoke.

Finn almost let out an audible whine when Raihn pulled away, but didn't when Raihn didn't attempt to create more space between them. He pressed his forehead a little more into Raihn's, wanting to feel closer. He stared at Raihn's eyes for a moment before they fell to his lips that were softly brushing against his. Finn let them have a moment of silence before he slowly leaned in for another kiss. The kiss was slow and tender, and once Finn felt satisfied he pulled away. Slowly, he let his arms fall to his sides as he looked at Raihn. "We should get back." Finn said, moving past Raihn and to the clothes they had abandoned. Picking up the damp pile of clothes that he had washed, he also grabbed Raihns walking stick. Slyly, he walked past Raihn and gave it to him, winking at him before looking ahead of him. Even though Finn had been craving to kiss Raihn, he still wanted to tease him and have fun.

Raihn felt his chest tighten when Finn leaned his forehead in closer. The act and their proximity had their breaths mining in the small space between them. He could see the way Finn's gaze lingered on his lips and it sent a soft shiver through him, anticipation stirring as they let the silence stretch between them. And then Finn was kissing him again, this time slow and deliberate as if he was trying to savor the moment. Raihn wasn't complaining and he let his hand tighten slightly on Finn's shirt. His other hand brushed along Finn's side. When he finally pulled back, Raihn let out a shaky breath, his head still spinning from all that had just transpired between them. He almost laughed at how surreal this all felt, how just moments ago they had been throwing punches and now they were... here. HIs lips parted to say something, but Finn spoke first, the words pulling Raihn out of his daze.

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He watched as Finn moved to gather the clothes and his walking stick. His brow arching slightly at how casually Finn shifted back into action. When Finn handed him the stick, Raihn caught the wink and chuckled, a flicker of amusement lighting in his eyes despite himself. "Thanks." He said, shaking his head ever so slightly as he attempted to fight back the faint smirk tugging at his lips. With a soft sigh, he adjusted the walking stick in his hand, testing his weight against it as he stood a little straighter. "When do you think Aleria and Jinx will be back?" He asked after a moment before he moved to follow after Finn.

He was just a couple of steps in when he realized he left all the clean dishes, he couldn't carry them anyway so he continued to walk. The walk wasn't long at all, so he would end up going back by himself when he wanted to. When he heard Raihn speak, he glanced over his shoulder. "Hopefully not for a while." Finn said playfully, with a hint of flirtation. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, and he looked back in front of him. The smirk only grew when he wasn't looking at Raihn, but it quickly turned into a smile. All he wanted to do was be all over Raihn, but of course chores came first, even though they had already failed to prioritize them by fighting. Finn continued to walk carefully, not wanting to drop any of the damp clothes on the ground.

(Ah sorry this is so bad)

Raihn kept his green hues on Finn's back and listened as he spoke. He was quick to catch the playful tone in his smirk and noticed the way his smirk softened into a smile just before he looked away. The sight of it had Raihn's chest warming, the sensation at odds with the sense of disbelief he still felt over the fact that he was allowing this at all. Shaking his head he chuckled as he adjusted the walking stick Finn had handed him earlier as he continued to trail after him. "Don't trip." He called out dryly as he watched Finn struggle with his armful of freshly washed laundry, his voice holding a faint trace of amusement. Shifting his weight he carefully tested his injured ankle with a grimace. It'd hold, for now, but he wouldn't be going far anytime soon. "I can take some of those for you." He offered after a moment of silence as he continued to hobble after Finn, relying a hell of a lot more on the walking stick than he cared to admit.

((Sorry this is so short and so poorly written. >>))

Finn chuckled at Raihn's words, rolling his eyes a bit. Looking beside him, he met Raihn's gaze and his smile stayed planted on his face. "I can do it, but yeah it would be great if you could take some." Finn replied, his voice soft. Finally, Finn slowed down for Raihn so then he could grab some and not have to chase after him. He looked down at the pile of clothes in his hands and turned towards Raihn. He stopped walking so that Raihn could grab some before he started walking again. "Thanks for your help today." Finn said, his eyes still on Raihn's. "Oh, and sorry uh, about your face." Finn then said after looking away, a hint of guilt coating his words. "I didn't know I still had fighting like that in me." His voice got more quiet like he was afraid to admit he's hurt other people before. Taking in a breath, he stared at the ground as he continued to walk.

Raihn let a grateful smile pull its way onto his lips when Finn slowed down and then stopped so that he could more easily grab some clothes from the bundle in his arms. At his thanks, he gave a nod and then chuckled at the apology. "Yeah well... you're face didn't exactly escape unscathed either." He said. He was about to say more but fell quiet when Finn continued, admitting that he'd been in fights before. The idea of Finn fighting was surprising and yet, if he thought back to how easily he'd moved, how he'd thrown his punches and managed to flip their positions with ease, it made sense. "Did you used to get into fights often?" He asked after a long and tentative moment of silence.

Finn was quiet for a moment after Raihn's question. "As much as I hate admitting it, yeah quite often." Finn replied, turning his head hesitantly towards Raihn. His gaze fell on the male for just a moment before his eyes focused on the ground again. "It's how I got good at cleaning up wounds and shit, from taking care of myself." Finn then added after another hot second of silence. His eyes moved to his knuckles, the sight made him wince a bit. It wasn't a pretty sight and he knew it'd hurt cleaning it up once they got back. Hell it hurt simply moving each finger, but he shrugged that pain off. Soon enough, he'd get used to it like he did before. Once they got to the hanging tree, Finn one by one hung up each article of clothing. He moved quickly since he didn't really want to feel damp clothes against his skin anymore.

Raihn kept his green hues fixed on the male beside him as he waited for his response. When it came he hummed and gave a nod though neither his tone nor his expression held any judgment. He wasn't exactly in a place to judge, after all in the last four months he'd gotten into more fights than he cared to think about. This latest one with Finn was only another to add to his growing list. He was quiet for a long moment, not entirely sure what to say before he sighed softly. "Well, you've got me here so you won't have to take care of your hands by yourself." He said as he let his gaze drop to Finn's knuckles. After a few moments, he smiled faintly and looked up at him once more. For several seconds he held Finn's gaze before he looked forward when they reached the tree where the washed clothes hung to dry. Letting out a soft sigh he moved to carefully set down his stick, ever mindful of the clean clothes he was carrying, and then he moved to begin hanging them up as well.