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[dviants-blog]

                noses the others jaw before anything is said, uneven grin takes place across features watching him. seems focused ( not on em, hence the issue at hand ) but on something else set in front of him. papers, he hasn’t cared enough to take a closer look at what’s scribbled across them. ❛ c’mon, take a break. ❜ pay attention to me.

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[caught-in-the-exchange]

Cont. from [x] B)

“What are YOU doing here?” he countered, allowed the surprised to only stun him for a split second. His grip tightened rather than loosened and he shoved the man back against the wall with renewed force.

Tobias wasn’t stupid and his mind immediately linked the man to, well, the certain line of work that would bring the two of them together in such a non-social way. He really didn’t want to believe it; believing it meant acknowledging he’d stupidly and unknowingly made himself so vulnerable around such a dangerous man.

          “Weapons. What weapons do you have on you right now?             Don’t make me ask twice, dude.”

[dviants-blog]

                   he’s carrying on a conversation with the poor guy not a second before he’s tilting his chin up & delivering a quick kiss. continues on into the kitchen after, but he stops to glance back at him & quirks a grin. nods once towards the space above frederick’s head where a branch of mistletoe’s placed.  ❛ watch where you stand, pal. what d’ya want for dinner? ❜

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[kxllerblond]

riflesavvy

“I’ve been put under he assumption that you  are speakin’ to me without first putting a drink  in my hand and seem to be expectin’ social  cooperation...                  This is your first mistake, my friend.”

[deatheeled]

'I want the K' ://

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#6

❝Pinned you again—❞ Peter murmurs, the picture of serenity as he looms on the blue gym mat. A conspiratorial grin in place. ❝What was that about poor form?❞ it's private. The wall of mirrors reflects his victory four fold, and pearly whites flash. The truth of the matter is? He’s an adaptive fighter. Specializing in endurance & flexibility, he’s more fond of staying out of reach. But, it certainly doesn’t mean he can’t grapple, bob & weave. Or throw a wallop of a left hook.

he’d feigned ignorance the first three rounds. Let the brunet have his fill of touching and squeezing. & then, it’d shifted into his game. ❝Street fighting takes less time,❞ They’re both dripping in sweat & breathing hard, but there’s an ever present glint of mischief in dark eyes.

He’d felt the brush of an erection. Tell tale proof.

And it’s with very little pretense that he releases limbs to ease his way down between parted legs. ❝No wonder you’re so frustrated. ❞ stubble scratches the juncture of an inner thigh trembling with strain. And lips follow—Brush with a childish sort of condescension. ❝Don’t worry, you can fuck me when you win. ❞