#finally not a reader insert

“You can’t do this-“ Dennis hissed trailing behind Bo who was currently loading his shotgun preparing to deal with a few last minute visitors. “Why the fuck not?” Bo asked, suddenly stopping and turning to look at an unprepared Dennis.

The man ran straight into Bo’s chest, not expecting him to stop so abruptly.

Dennis looked up with a flushed face and down turned lips. The look had Bo pausing for a second unholy thoughts gripping his mind.

“It’s wrong-“ he started only to be cut off by Bo’s abrupt laugh. “Oh~” he cooed holding his gun in one hand so he could rest the palm against Dennis’s cheek “ain’t you jus’ the sweetest.”

“Gah~” Dennis exclaimed when Bo pushed the smaller man against a nearby wall, his hand now perfectly fitted around Dennis’s neck. “My sweet boy,” Bo teased, his breath fanning over his lover's lips. Dennis’s heart was beating fast, his chest rising unevenly as his and Bo’s noses almost touched the close proximity, proving far too much for his mind to handle.

Just when Dennis thought Bo would connect their lips together capturing him in a searing kiss— he pulled away “Sorry sweet cheeks— kissin’ a killer would be wrong.” Bo mocked giving Dennis a pat on the cheek before walking off.