Lost Sign: Missing Pup--boyfriend âš alt!Hase alt!Peko
raidwild:
[âš] Such behavior was befitting of them both, and if would have been funny, had it not been so true. He had no use for apologies because he was rarely sorryâand it wasnât as though Peko was truly injured, except for perhaps his pride. That could be easily tended to, if Hase was careful. (Which he was not.)
He did, however, purse his lips. âHey,â His protest was rather weak, not containing any force behind it, proving that he was not exactly bothered by the words. âSomeone has to keep you out of trouble, and Iâm not a puppy.â A hand was brought up to smooth down his shirt and fix any loose strands of hair.
That didnât stop him from taking the hand in his own, tilting his head backwards to let out a laugh. âA tarantula? What for?â One dark eyebrow was arched, either amused or confusion. âSo it can die in this mess?â
A quiet hum showed he was not at all concerned with his own flippant attitude towards the sanctity of life, or whatever anyone wanted to call it. âI doubt youâll find one here.â He lowered his hand, lacing his fingers with the otherâs and squeezing rather harshly. Neither of them had any time or room for gentleness or sensitivity.
His lover could act brazenly when they were together. Love in itself sounded rather lame. They had no need for anything standing in their way. Together, they were simply partners in crime in order to create the world they wished for. Much better way to explain their relationship, the younger one was proud of himself. Kindness had no place around there, when they had been deceived by everyone.
His free hand ran through Haseâs hair. On purpose, he messed up the dark strands fixed by his boyfriend. Such games were always a great way to have some quick fun. âI donât get in trouble that often.â Seriously, the jerk was almost insulting him. To prove he was a mature individual, he barked at the other. At worst, he was a big dog, not a puppy.
The palm against his own lifted his spirits. If his hand turned red from the squeezing, Peko intended to deal with it proudly. âI just want one.â Power over something. He was fed up with always having to listen to people who only encouraged him to behave like a good kid. âYou come here, and tell me my idea sucks. Asshole.â
Instead of running away, the shorter one dragged Hase closer. To ensure he wouldnât escape. Nor disappear. Such fear was impossible to voice though. âWhatever, letâs do something else then.â To ensure the message was clear, he tiptoed, pressing a harsh kiss against Haseâs lips, bruising them.Â











