I want the K
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number: Then there's tongue
There's yelling, and it's coming from Aiden. Just a fucking shitstorm of words, antagonizing Ethan to point where he's walking away from him. They're both red in the face, on the brink of feeling their inner beast come out in small bouts of losing the control over their human side.
You're fucking walking away from me, Ethan? Don't fucking tell me you're going to him.
His other half doesn't even offer anything more than a grunt of frustration, no longer indulging in trying to tame Aiden's possessive side anymore. That was when the decision to grab the back of Ethan's shirt once he was close enough and yank him back towards him was made.
Protests stumbled from his mouth, a sneer on his face and his eyes momentarily flashing red before Aiden crashed his lips against his in a forceful manner. No response was made at first, causing Aiden to bite down on his brother's lower lip before lathing it with his tongue. Then, there it was-- movement; the part of the other's lips, Ethan's tongue dueling against Aiden's harshly and fingers threading into his hair so tightly that it hurt.