“Then why didn’t yew knock like a normal person, huh?” He has a grin on his face, but it looks more predatory; hungry in a sense. He watches the redhead intensely, taking in his expression and basking in it as much as he can and he had to admit it to himself that he really, really missed this.
A hand comes up to cup Kyles cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip as his blue eyes shift back and forth from his mouth, to those green eyes of his. “It may not have been under the greatest circumstances, but yew have to admit that it felt good. We can always make better memories, yew know” His voice sounds almost breathless and he licks his lips again, slowly this time. Oh he was definitely hungry alright.
“Come on, Broflovski. Let’s have some fun. We need to release the tension that we have built up between us.”
But there wasn’t even a possible excuse for that one question. Instead, only mumbling of ‘I-’ and ‘Because-’ could’ve perked out, however, additional words didn’t follow the beginning of the sentences due the lack of answer. The redhead cursed under his breath, returning only his usual grumpy expression as a response. The angry grin of the other however, managed to break that glare for a second - cxausing the green orbs in the eyes to slightly widen. How long has it been? No, the other wasn’t gonna give up on him whatever Ky’ says. Hint of excitement clung to their heart, body shuddering slightly at the renewed contact.
“It felt horrible after.” But the boy didn’t have the guts to deny the enjoyement he had before. Of course there wouldn’t be a suprise if the brunett would only force at the Jew’s moments of pleasure, rather than anything else. He hissed.
“There is no tension between us, you’d just fuck anyone you see.” Head pressed itself against the wall, even eyes fluttered close few times from the hot thirsty breath that blew against his face, or even avoid the heathened sight of the other that caused his heart to react for him.
“And this wrong dude isn’t gonna ride over your stupid fat dick, so knock it off or I’ll kick your ass.” Right then, he bit onto the finger that wandered across his lip, stubborn as usual and again - that denial of feelings.