Was just going to post this gif set by itself but all those big beautiful wrinkly brains over in the Dincobb server inspired this little angsty bit to go along with it ā¤ļø
Din showers again when he gets home. All it succeeds in doing is washing away the scent of Cobbās cheap shampoo, and Din hates himself for missing it. He can still feel Cobbās hands branding their fingertips into his skin, the pleasant sting of his scalp where they fisted in his curls. His neck is sore where Cobb sucked a mark, and he resists the urge to touch it, to relive the feeling of Cobbās punishing mouth. Teeth grazing his skin, pressing and holding his jugular hostage as his hips snapped forward into Din with brutal savagery and made Din take.
Cobbās heated gaze, eyes burning dark with midnight fire, flashes across his vision with every blink. The glistening slope of his shoulders, his damp silver hair sticking to the sweat on his brow, that fucking beauty mark by his eye, the shape of his lips when he comes; all these images are burned into his mind. Petroglyphs permanently carved into the soft tissue of his brain.
He opens his bedroom window and lights a cigarette, remembering when Cobb plucked one from his lips earlier, nose wrinkling adorably as he bitched about the smell. Din hates how used his body feels, how utterly sated it makes him. The restless energy that had been building since their new case was finally slumbering peacefully.
Only now, a new beast has woken, and Din hates it. It was foolish to give in, allowing a taste of the forbidden because now the craving sits heavy in his stomach, need already an itch under his skin. Liquid courage in his veins and the want of a distraction have led to his own sweet damnation. One hit, and he was already addicted; Deputy U.S. Marshal Cobb Vanth had his talons in Din from day one. To make matters worse, Din thinks, stubbing out his cigarette on the window sill, is that the next time Cobb invites him out for drinks, the answer is going to be yes.
It will always be yes.
