@hbiejbies sent ;; why don’t you make me?
jonathan could feel his frustration grow in each second he stood in hargrove’s presence, the other male succeeding in making his blood pressure rise through the roof. usually, the elder byers didn’t find himself so angry so easily... but this morning, he was almost late, dropped a glass plate on the floor, && very nearly almost wrecked... now he was just trying to take pictures of the landscape to calm down, but he just had to run into hargrove. of course, he tried to tell him to shut up and leave him alone, but...
❛ fuck you, hargrove- ❜ he spat before he found himself moving- but not of his own accord. fingers gripped the front of hargrove’s shirt tightly, jonathan moving in close as he yanked the other forward.
within the next couple of seconds, their lips clashed in a fierce, bruising kiss that jonathan never meant to initiate... but he did.
from x.