“You almost look half good when you’re kneeling before me.”
“Turn around.” “Seriously?” “Yeah. Not sure if I can focus on fucking you if I got your punchable face looking at me.”
“Hey, gentle!” “If you’d wanted it gently, you wouldn’t have come to me.”
“How drunk are you?” “Just enough to consider making a very bad mistake.”
“Sshh, you can take it. If you can take a beating, you can take this easy.”
“Fuck, again?” “Don’t tell me you’re already drained.”
“You like that, don’t you? That’s gonna make our next fight awkward, won’t it?”
“You’re kicking me out?” “You’re a good fuck, not someone I want to wake up next to.”
“You look like you want to kiss me.” “I always look like this. It’s the face I make when I am considering gutting you.”
*knife to the throat* “I’m hard/wet.”
“We’re not gonna talk about this tomorrow, are we?” “Do we ever?”
“Did you just slap my ass?” “You don’t get to act that offended when it made you moan.”
“Look how fucking good you can be for me when your mouth is busy.”
“This feels like a trap.” “This is me we’re talking about, of course it is. I think you’re tempted to trigger it anyway though, aren’t you?”
“Who would’ve though you’d be such a fucking slut for the one you claim to hate?”