#fatalgames

“maybe i’ll have to write my next book about you. maybe i’ve already started it.” why did james get such a thrill from striking fear into the hearts of his conquests? only heightened by the whiskey that he was sipping, he kept a sinister smirk painted across his features from ear to ear. lightly kicking his foot forward, he let his ankle hook around the other man’s, gliding it up and down his leg slowly. “you’d be fine if i did that, wouldn’t you? after all, you do believe that i’m innocent, don’t you?”

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Fatal Games (1984) ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

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‘  you . . .  and  me .  ’

It seemed that Damian had settled for the fact that he would, most likely, fall asleep on the couch to whatever he had put on the TV. His gaze flickered toward Dyson with a small scrunch of his eyebrows — A soft whine leaving him at the idea of moving from the cocoon of warmth that he had made for himself. Despite the dramatics, he was pushing himself up to weasel his way into the older man’s arms. He pushed himself up on his toes slightly to press a proper, lingering kiss against Dyson’s mouth. “Happy?”