withinluck:
——— ❛ kris. ❜ the name falls from his tongue softly, as if it were cradled on his tongue like melting cotton candy / gooey sugar staining his lips blue. it’s the first time his name had ever come from his mouth with a soft hiss rather than a thundering lisp, rather than the common flight of his fingers pressed hard against the artery of kris’ neck while cheng’s palm crushed his windpipe. no, this time cheng wasn’t trying to strangle the boy after leaving his apartment a mess in a fit of passion where sobriety was as unknown as the secret to world peace, but instead he was simply calling out — weak & heavy with mourn.
he came again. ❛ — kris. get out of my apartment. ❜
@antrofago
the calling leaves not a trace of impression, unbothered, running a hand through hair before shifting in an attempt to stare at the man; he, to the surprise of no one, was tipsy. and whilst the effect was faint, it had left kris with no sign of wanting to get up and be greeted by cold breeze. in all his grandeur, he groans as if an infant, turning his vision towards the ceiling.
“ i can’t. ” he hums, closing his eyes and marking an inconsistent tempo with his fingertips on his thigh. “ matter of fact, i planned on spending the night. how does that sound ? ah, don’t tell me, i know it’s great. wanted to give you a surprise, ” and of course, he didn’t expect cheng to be pleased, even less to even let him sleep on the floor.
