"You ought to know me better than that," he purrs. The taste of blood is still searing hot on his tongue and it's absolutely intoxicating. He finds himself just drawing his mouth over the ridge of Rude's jaw to feel the burn of his coarse beard rolling like needles over the broken skin of his lip. Fucking wonderful.
Rude says his name in the most exciting way, low and dangerous and lethal. His heart would skip a beat if he had any heart at all, but the rest of his body is painfully, achingly in tune with it. He can't remember the last time anyone choked him until he saw stars, and now every time he moves, he can feel the fingerprints Rude left upon his skin and it's the most exhilarating thing.
He walks his fingers down Rude's chest, watching him with his dark, impassive gaze as his fingers slip lower, lower, lower. "Rude," he answers back in kind, but his is a hiss, venemous and hungry.
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"You ought to know me better than that," he purrs. The taste of blood is still searing hot on his tongue and it's absolutely intoxicating. He finds himself just drawing his mouth over the ridge of Rude's jaw to feel the burn of his coarse beard rolling like needles over the broken skin of his lip. Fucking wonderful.
Rude says his name in the most exciting way, low and dangerous and lethal. His heart would skip a beat if he had any heart at all, but the rest of his body is painfully, achingly in tune with it. He can't remember the last time anyone choked him until he saw stars, and now every time he moves, he can feel the fingerprints Rude left upon his skin and it's the most exhilarating thing.
He walks his fingers down Rude's chest, watching him with his dark, impassive gaze as his fingers slip lower, lower, lower. "Rude," he answers back in kind, but his is a hiss, venemous and hungry.