#3990

rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Ty bit at Victor's lip hard enough to draw blood. All it did was draw out a whimper then a moan from the taller boy as they both fumbled to take off his shirt. Ty's shirt was about halfway up his head before Victor grabbed his neck and pulled him down into another searing kiss, tongue pressing against his teeth even as Ty bites down lightly,

"C'mon- Lemme- Lemme take my shirt off and I'll give you a reward." That at least causes Victor to back down, hair a mess and pupils blown wide,

"What kind of reward?" His hands are at Ty's hips, thumbing with the waistband of his shorts that were already riding low,

"Lay back-" He gets his shirt off quickly without the interference, "Open your mouth." Victor does what he's told, because he always does eventually. He'd probably even take a collar if Ty asked real nicely. Not the point.

Ty leans forward as well, hand coming up to shove some fingers into Victor's mouth. He runs his fingers over his teeth as if he were appraising a pup at a dog show, coating them in saliva before down his throat just to hear him gag. There's a gleam in his eyes as Ty takes away his fingers and lets the drool that's pooled in his mouth fall into Victor's waiting one.

He presses into another kiss, fingernails clawing at Victor's shoulders as he feels his hands dip under his shorts. They both gasp for a moment as Ty takes in Victor's appearance again. His lips are red and swollen and a flush has spread across his face. He can bet he doesn't look any better and all it does is make Ty want to kiss him until he can't think.

Anywas

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" There's a fire thrumming under Victor's skin as he keeps his hands clenched to his sides. Ty stands in front of him looking the same, knuckles red from where a bruise will bloom against Victor's jaw tomorrow.

He doesn't even remember why they started yelling. It was probably something stupid, something small that took the pressure slowly cooking them alive into an outburst. Victor doesn't remember who yelled first but he knows that Ty has a hell of a swing,

"Get out." Ty practically snarls at him, "Get the fuck out and don't come back."

Victor snarls right back. Baring his teeth like a dog before spitting the small amount of blood that filled his mouth as he bit his cheek. It landed at their feet but he had hoped it would somehow hit him in the face.

For as good of advice as "Do not look yourself up online" is, Ty does find himself scouring through different articles about himself. Most of them are fine, usually of his times before the abbys, though he finds Victor brought up in a lot of the newer ones as well. They talk about how they used to be teammates, roommates, and how Victor has risen through all expectations within the AHL and NHL to join him in the Canucks. It's not an outright dig at him, but it's something more subtle it feels like, something he can't even get mad at because all they're doing is talking about their shared history then stating facts. Stats don't lie, even as it burns the back of his throat.