I'm sure everyone's aware you've got.....a bit of a temper when it comes to certain things. So does this mean @lucillelurker ever helps you find "special" uses for it if you know what I mean? :3
He’s staring down at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Genuinely thrown… before he finally blinks, a nervous, twitchy smile pulling at his mouth. ❝Shit, You mean Negan?❞ He huffs a quiet, breathy laugh, a faint red creeping up his neck. ❝I mean… sometimes? Him and James, they both… help me with that. The stress. It’s a pressure valve sometimes, but— 's good. ’S real good.❞ He nods, slow and deliberate, his hands restless, plucking at his pants, his belt loop.
❝James, he’s more regular. But Negan… he offers. He ain’t all bad, you know? As a leader. And like—... y'know, like that. He’ll… suggest it. Just him. And yeah, it’s exactly what you’re picturing.❞ His fingers won’t quit, tapping, twisting, gripping the fabric of his shirt, his belt loops, even the leather belt itself.
❝But it ain’t always just an offer. Sometimes it’s an order. Between me and our… little ray of sunshine.❞ He hesitates, the words sticky in his throat, but he can’t stop now. ❝One time, he put us in a room. Told me to… use him. As an outlet.❞ He swallows, hard. ❝I mean physically use him. I wasn't sure—fuck, who would be? But James, he just gave me this look. This quiet little nod. Said it was okay. 'Course it was... Negan isn't the type'a man to force something in that situation. He's got better morals than that... but to put it bluntly, he's kinky as fuck. He just… sat back in a chair. Watched the whole fucking thing. It was… different. But hell… I felt lighter after. Washed the static right out... Cleared the ol' head.❞
