beenhad: (sheeeeeeet)
🆃🆂🅴🅽🅶 ([personal profile] beenhad) wrote in [community profile] insusurro 2020-06-10 12:20 am (UTC)

Well. Tseng isn't laughing anymore.

Now his pupils are blown out, his wild stare pitch black and empty. His brows descend into a lethal angle. His teeth flash in a snarl.

Tseng doesn't stay on the couch for long. His long legs wind Rude up and he begins to climb, scaling the length of his torso until he's at just the right height to clamp his thighs tight and squeeze Rude's ribs until they're pounding with ache. There's nothing he can do for the hand around his throat; Rude is stronger than he'll ever be, stronger than most men he's ever met, but he's banking on looking mean enough, threatening to break as many bones as it takes to ward him off.

Probably if he's so offended by the hand choking him, though, he shouldn't be craning his neck, baring more of it for Rude to dig his fingers in. His lashes flutter when Rude cuts off his breathing, and that nasty, feral look on his face becomes a little more pained, but not in the right way.

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