@sionisis SAID : “ give me a kiss, slade. “
“ WHAT, NO PLEASE ? “ slade tsks, resting both hands on the surface of roman’s desk, canted forward--- casual, an uncharacteristic smile playing at his lips; the crooked upturn of slade’s incisors could almost be cute, if they belonged to ANYONE but him. there is a certain MIRTH in his eye, looking down at the other man... at any other time, with any other POOR SOUL unfortunate enough to come face-to-face with deathstroke in such close quarters, the gesture might seem threatening.
it’s a good thing roman doesn’t SCARE easily.
he takes his time, pushing away in a fluid movement, only to make his way around to the other side--- roman’s side--- and seating himself comfortably on the desk’s surface. “ well, who am i to disappoint the notorious BLACK MASK, hm? “ a warm, calloused hand gently caresses roman’s cheek, coaxing him into tilting his head back, pressing in close, then---
“ not on your fucking LIFE, sionis. “