duality | nolan kovačević // [ rip + clothing ] your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse + [ pain ] your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not
Jon couldn’t recall how he got here, laying under a particularly angry looking Nolan. All he knew was that he was trapped under the younger man’s thick, toned thighs, his broad waist working up some friction against his captor.
“Nolan, what’re you—” he begins, before his colleague forcefully rips off his t-shirt, revealing the beefy meat of his chest underneath. “Hey, what was that for—” the Mightiest Advocate continues, before feeling the hard strike of Nolan’s backhand make contact with his cheek, leaving a blistering ache (and a red mark) in its wake.
Normally, Jon would’ve retaliated. Fought back. But right now, in this hazy state of is, all he does is say—
“Again.”
@alteringduality
