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don't fucking look at my boner when we fight
( i wanna wrap my hands around your neck )
-o-o-
[James is seeing absolutely everything in red, and Badou's nails are digging into his skin and his scalp his practically on fire. What else is new?
What else isn't new is how turned on James is by it all; maybe it's the closed and close atmosphere, windows fogged and being indefinitely stuck in the rain until they let someone know or someone finds out (God please don't let it be Kiri, he thinks quickly), or maybe it's the fact that this is their modus operandi (like crime lords but with gay sex and being way lamer).
Either way, he's aching for Badou and can see in that one furious eye that he's not the only one yearning for this. So he winds the fingers of his other hand into a fist around Badou's shirt, the other still twisted in that long, red hair, and tugs him forward. And even though he's already close to him -- so close that Badou's breath rolls over his face even as he chokes him -- James crushes his mouth to his. It's less of a kiss than it is a claim on him, rough and deep, adrenaline streaking through him.]
This is still all your fault, so you know.
[He mumbles at some point, pulling hard on Badou's bottom lip with his teeth. He wants to tear him apart until all that's left is his very soul.]
[James is seeing absolutely everything in red, and Badou's nails are digging into his skin and his scalp his practically on fire. What else is new?
What else isn't new is how turned on James is by it all; maybe it's the closed and close atmosphere, windows fogged and being indefinitely stuck in the rain until they let someone know or someone finds out (God please don't let it be Kiri, he thinks quickly), or maybe it's the fact that this is their modus operandi (like crime lords but with gay sex and being way lamer).
Either way, he's aching for Badou and can see in that one furious eye that he's not the only one yearning for this. So he winds the fingers of his other hand into a fist around Badou's shirt, the other still twisted in that long, red hair, and tugs him forward. And even though he's already close to him -- so close that Badou's breath rolls over his face even as he chokes him -- James crushes his mouth to his. It's less of a kiss than it is a claim on him, rough and deep, adrenaline streaking through him.]
This is still all your fault, so you know.
[He mumbles at some point, pulling hard on Badou's bottom lip with his teeth. He wants to tear him apart until all that's left is his very soul.]