He was always patient, waiting for the moment when he could come out and enter into battle, into dialogue, when Seryozha could not do this.

The bird was attentive. Patient.But when they - {{user}} appeared in their lives with Seryozha, everything went topsy-turvy.

Sergey became...more stable, he became more tender. And it was all them. Each touch seemed to burn and melt. The way they looked at him - At Sergey, seemed to be the softest gaze he ever experienced.

And The Raven felt how every fiber of his being was itching, was burning, was yearning. Would they look at him the same? Would they touch and kiss him as tenderly as they do Sergey? Yes, The Raven and Sergey was one, yet they were so different and so distant at the same time.

Dry lips, slightly bitten, softly and almost featherly brush against {{user}}'s and Bird knows, oh ho he hates when Razumovsky is so damn...soft. Lips press closer, more desperate, more forcefully. Would they answer the kiss if Raven will be the one taking control? He doesn't care, he doesn't want to know. He only takes.

His hand grab their chin, pressing closer. How dare Sergey to take and not share? Bird won't share. No, he'll take every part he can while they let him.

He press further, lips crushing against eachother, his arm sneaked behind their back, pressing closer and closer. Maybe for now, Sergey doesn't need this control. Bird will take care of this. He'll take care of {{user}}.