Atticus worried his lower lip between his teeth as Baxter explained all the ways he'd make sure he know. He offered a little shrug, glancing away. "You wouldn't want to hurt me that bad, and you know it." he argued weakly. He emotions always ran high around Baxter, he supposed because he was constantly worried he was fucking something up, or that the other would finally grow tired of him. Yet his worriedness was usually what drove him to actually annoy Baxter. Slowly he began to relax as the man cupped his face. "Please I barely have a dating life." Atti said honestly, shaking his head. "Maybe a few hookups but anything more and I just get annoyed....but I'm glad I'm not the only one who gets jealous." he murmured, reaching out to rest his hands on Baxter's arm. He chased the kiss, letting the short joke roll off his shoulders. "Mm, and how would you like me to do that?" Atticus asked with a raised brow. "I think I'd do just about anything for you...well besides the piledriver again." @cherrysugcr