With how this started out, a petty, alcohol fueled argument because Kid couldn't fucking stand the reptilian bastard to save his life, the last thing he expected was to have Drake shoved roughly up against the now empty bar wall, his chest pinned to the wood. A fight would've been more ideal in his opinion, that goading having sparked his bloodlust, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
In height Drake surpassed him, but Kid made up for that in both superior muscle mass, and help from his Devil Fruit. It didn't take much to get his fellow ginger and Supernova into their current position, one arm twisted and pinned at the small of his back with Kid's organic hand, his metal keeping Drake's other arm secure against the wall. Had a feeling Drake was going easy on him too, which just pissed him off more.
Another forceful push, pelvis flush to rear, and Kid practically draped himself across Drake's back with that grunted, impatient demand. He'd already done a number to the nape of his neck, deep crescent marks from where he dug his nails in and almost crushed his head into the wall, along with a few harsh, already reddening nips. All a result of his anger, but it seemed he wanted more.
Well, Kid could provide.
❝ Knew you liked it rough, ❞ Kid growled, lips curving into a dangerous grin a few centimetres away from Drake's ear. ❝ And how can I say no when you've pissed me off so much, lizard boy. ❞
Kid gave a short, sinful roll of his hips, arousal obvious in the way he ground against Drake's ass, and then he dipped down and latched onto the side of Drake's throat, wasting no time in sinking blunt teeth into thick muscle and tendon. The grip on his wrist tightened, bones almost creaking under the pressure, and Kid released a muffled groan, unable to stop himself from biting harder even when he began to taste blood.
Fuck this guy, literally.