Remembering Troy's cocky (and literal) tongue-in-cheek never failed to shoot arousal through him. Or maybe when he had taunted Troy about the poisoned coffee. That spiteful way heâd emptied his cup, the way his lips had curled into a half-snarl, half-smirk still driving him crazy.
Or maybe when Troy had called him âKemosabeâ, his easy smile hiding a hardness underneath and Crazy Dog didnât know if he wanted to fight or fuck him in response.
For @noemitenshi (inspired by her beautiful writing, especially this <3 )

















