@fangedpunk // x
he doesn't say much as he looks down at the other under him. both bodies are glazed with sweat, roman’s arms on either side of bram’s head, holding himself up while he stills himself. there’s a small smirk before he harshly pushes thin hips forward. roman didn’t really want to keep seeing this man too often, for fear of some type off attachment between them, but he can’ really help it, he likes having bram here and there’s a possibility that he wants it to stay that way for a while.
❝ god, i am sick of your mouth. ❞
blue eyes roll to the ceiling as the upir pulls back out of the beings grip and flips him, a strong hand pushing bram’s face down into the cushion and lifting his rear before grabbing at black strands of hair and pushing his length in and pulling it out of the other as he grunts quietly.
❝ this better? huh? are you gonna shut the fuck up now? ❞
