Feb 4, 2021
prompt: “I hate you,” Harry hisses into his neck, the saccharine sweet smile never slipping from his face, the circle of his fingers around Louis’ wrist tight.
A smirk ghosts his lips but it is gone just as quick, fading into a syrupy whimper. “Alpha, you’re hurting me.”
Harry jumps back like he’s been burned. “You play dirty, omega.”
“I play for survival,” he shrugs, examining his wrist, the soft honey skin and the dark ink.
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