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A sharp exhale escaped him at the sudden attack, his stomach clenching (whether pleasantly or unpleasantly, he wasn’t so sure) at the sight of that stupid, stupid face with that stupid, stupid grin hovering inches above his own. He’d been in this position many times before, with many people, people who were complete strangers to him, and not once had he felt as vulnerable as he did now, pinned down by determined hands and an equally determined stare; he never felt vulnerable, he hated feeling vulnerable, and he hated JD for making him feel anything near it.
His eyes narrowed, and he wished the daggers he was glaring up at the other male were real and tangible and deadly. His voice was dangerously low to match.
"You either pay up or get off me, or I’m calling the cops."
It was all supposed to be a joke, as was anything JD would ever do. It started off as a joke when he teased playfully at the suggestion of a challenge-- specifically making it so that Key would fall for the 'JD charm'. "You don't know what you don't know what you want." He stupidly started off, his signature goofy ear to ear grin curving plump lips as mischief filled his thoughts. When the little looks and smirks weren't having much effect (that he visually couldn't see, anyway), he moved onto skinship. When that failed, his little joke turned into full determination.
"Call them then." A simple reply, voice low, yet full of concentration. It almost came off as a threat, though, tightening his grip around the blond's wrists didn't help make it seem as if it were anything else if the sort. He knew he was stronger than Key, no doubt. It were that fact and the man's threat that pulled a confident smirk from the dealer.
"Kitten. . ." He calls out with a chuckle; his naturally playful approach turning sadistic as he knew how much Key hated that petname. He doesn't finish the thought. Delving his head into the indentation of his collar bone, he plants a small kiss at the base. Tasting the blond's skin (which was sweeter than he imagined), he slowly drags his tongue along the unmarked flesh of the escort's neck. A low shameless groan heating wherever he touched-- the sudden attack of pearly whites sinking into milky skin causes tightening hands to only tighten their grip.
Rising slightly with the other's breath, he removes his lips, chuckling happily. "Oops, I have no idea what came over me." He teased, as if he didn't know. "Should I kiss it better, kitten?"
