#becausethxnight

@becausethxnight

“For sucking him off? Did you suck his dick like you suck mine?” Swatting away the blonde’s hand, Kevin growls and in a moment where all rationality was out the window – his fingers close around Ral’s windpipe – their faces mere inches apart. “Did he fuck you like I do? Did he made your legs tremble?” Erik was a nice guy and Kevin knew this was his FAULT. But still… “How did he fucked you, Ral? From behind? Pinned you against the wall? I want details so that I can fuck you like he did. Then you can compare notes!”

Nothing like talking about a murder over breakfast to make someone get close. Kevin barely even turned his head towards his companion, choosing instead to pour the COFFEE into matching mugs ( very funny Erik ) and offer one to Raleigh. At first, Kevin said nothing. He merely brought the steaming coffee to his lips and took a sip, blue eyes narrowing towards the blond, considering whether or not to DIGNIFY Raleigh with a proper response. Yes, because the question he was posing was rather obvious. He should know that by now… even though, it was cute to talk about disposing of corpses first thing in the morning. Screw the whole ‘did you sleep well’ bullshit that the MAJORITY of the people went for. “I can always shift into a tiger and eat him. Or get some acid to dissolve his body. I’m sure we would find a way and a nice alibi for you to the night of the crime.”

Kevin Deaver && Raleigh Becket sticks & stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me

“You heard WRONG.” Why the fuck would someone even call him that? Because he was blond and had blue eyes? That was ridiculous. If that was the case, then Ral should also be considered a damn plastic doll. “You are not going to start calling me that, are you? It will kill my boner.”

( txt; Becket ): What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?

There was a pause. One that felt to last for an ETERNITY as Kevin focused his gaze on Raleigh, wondering if he was drunk or had hit his head somewhere along the day. Why would he hurt him? In bed? Weren’t the rough poundings they had not enough? Maybe he was going soft since they were sort of seeing one another. Maybe he had gone a bit nicer? “You mean…” But pain and pleasure did run through the same nervous system. Ral seemed to enjoy when he squeezed his neck. When he spanked him. “Are we talking about me giving you reasons to use the SAFEWORD? Or am I too vanilla in bed? If that’s what this is, I can go to a sex shop and bring some toys. I might as well do that anyway. Because I can. Not because of… this.” If Raleigh wanted him to go rougher and actually bring some spice into the bedroom… well, he could definitely do that. Even the TIGER within seemed to enjoy it. 

“I don’t like that shit either but I don’t know if I can do anything about it. That’s a mutt’s thing and I don’t know much about what it takes to be a TIGER. There aren’t many of us around. I’m learning as we go.” Like he learned that he had nine lives after being shot in the head and came back to life. “I don’t know how this works, Ral. Maybe you should see a professional? Like - another dog? A sparkly fingers? A fucking tattoo artist? I wish I could tear it from you. I don’t know how and I’m stuck looking at it and knowing that before I came along, some howling motherfucker decided to MARK you.”