@greedborn
he sits on the other, hands gripping their shoulders for support, he doesn’t know what gave him the desire to do push them onto the couch & climb into their lap, but he doesn’t dwell on the thought for long. instead, he’s giving them a small smirk before canting his head to the side & pressing his lips to their throat. he starts with gentle kisses, until he decides he wants to go a little FURTHER than that, he starts to gently nibble at the other’s skin, careful to not leave any marks, just in case it wasn’t okay.
he expected one of them to have already tried to off the other within the hour they’d met. that was just the nature of the job. instead somewhere along the way, he’d gone from keeping his hands wrapped around the hilt of a knife to having his hands around the other’s hips, clinging to him as they lowered themselves onto the couch. “can’t say this happens every day. i really hope you aren’t just trying to distract me from all the pretty weapons you’ve got at hand. it’d be a shame if you tried to kill me and i bled all over you. that’s a really nice shirt, you know.” regardless, he tips his head back to expose his throat, confident that he could prevent any harm to himself should the other intend to harm him.
