forcemasc but your cis guy best friend builds it up slowly. he's being "meaner" with you everytime you two talk, far ruder than he would speak to with a girl, roughing you up by forcing you to talk back instead of avoid or shy away. he would admit it, too, that he's being meaner, but what follows is a poorly made excuse that makes your cheeks heat, because you know his intentions. but you cannot let go of this strange delight either.
you could ask him for dating advice and he'd be so brutally honest. he'd turn into a classic frat boy and tell you all those dirty little things, slurring slightly as if he were high. but despite the haze, he wants to get this in your head straight: do not, ever, settle for someone who won't treat you like the man you are.
which is, frankly, cute. he isn't even focused on the physical crudeness of it yet; he's just so absorbed with making you filthier mentally and emotionally. he wants you to be a brat, be rude, be an asshole or bully or dickhead to him, all the while his lips are tilted up in that snide, lopsided smirk.
because oh boy, does you manning up turn him the fuck on. it's all for his gain, ofcourse.
