[♔] - s h o w me.
“They go all the way down,” Dick helpfully explains. “Way down.”
Discovering a very visible constellation of love bites that you’re not responsible for on your fuckbuddy would normally be a source of concern, but Dick thinks Slade is taking it well. It unnerves him.
“Are you gonna do anything about it?” he taunts impatiently, voice raspy. He’s still panting from the chase earlier and the slam into solid concrete that came right after, and the heavy gloved hand on his throat certainly isn’t helping with articulation.
“Oh, I am,” Slade replies, tone perfectly conversational. “And it’s not going to be something you enjoy.”
For the lovely @caffeinatedandfrustrated who prompted a ‘Grayson with Slade’s hand on his neck’ to cheer them up. Hope this does the trick!
