17 and 18 Kriity?
I cannot manage to get myself to concentrate on Libahunt atm, so I’m going to write one of these to see if I can get my head in the game. So I hope you enjoy! <3
17) “Bite me” 18) “If you insist” Krii7y
“You look like an idiot.” John’s dry statement made Smiity grin, ignoring his friend’s roll of the eye when he dramatically tipped his glasses down his nose and arched an eyebrow.
“I look like the best fucking Sherlock you ever saw.” When he’d seen the ugly plaid hat in their search for Halloween costumes for Mini’s party, Smiity knew that he had to have it. Now, paired with his plastic pipe and far too large trenchcoat, Smiity felt he did the British detective proud.
“Not even my top five.”
“Yeah? What do you know, Twilight?” He nodded to the dramatic cape collar Kryoz wore, catching sight of the fake teeth that poked out of John’s mouth when he smirked.
“The original Sherlock wore a top hat, not a deerstalker hat.” The flippant tone regarding the information Smiity did not know made him scowl, crossing his arms over the stuffy coat.
“Bite me.” He didn’t mean for the comment to hold more meaning than a passing joke, but a flash of a grin from Kryoz proved that his friend took the sentence seriously. Before Smiity could protest, he was pushed backward, letting out a grunt when his back smacked into the cushions of the couch when tripping over the armrest. He scrambled to get purchase for his hand, but John was on him in seconds, making a show of his fake teeth before adding a Hungarian accent that was too stupid for Smiity to be shivering over.
“If you insist, human.” The slight pinch of the plastic pressed into the skin of his neck, and he swatted at John’s back.
“Get off me, loser!” He protested, rolling his eyes before a large hand grabbed his wrist. He tried to protest the hold, but paused when John used his free hand to yank out his vampiric teeth and toss them to the coffee table. a warm mouth caressed the skin of his wrist slowly, Smiity’s eyes widening in time to his mouth drying out from the alluring image. He didn’t flinch when John’s teeth grazed his vein, eyes locked on the seductive gaze staring up at him.
“You sure you want me to go?” The words vibrated against his pulse, and Smiity shivered before rolling over the question in his head. Mini would be pissed if they skipped out on his party, and might even send his attack dog Tyler to come hunt them down. And if Tyler walked in on them doing what he thought John was implying...
His grin was wickid when John’s eyebrow lifted, parting his legs so John could fit more confotably between them.
“Bite me everywhere.”