#kantfadel

The Heart Killers Crack 9/?

IN MY OPINION TOO. Enjoy this thing that no one asked for but I had no other place to put:

[KantFadel; PG]

Summary: Style asks Fadel for a foursome with Bison and Kant. Fadel tackles his biggest hurdle.

“Style asked me to consider a foursome.” Fadel blurts out when his brother and boyfriend mysteriously disappear simultaneously with dubious sounding excuses, “and now we’ve been left alone together. Tell me what Bison told you about it.”

With the way Kant’s face breaks into one of his cocky smiles, he knows he came off more nervous than threatening, the cold beer clutched in his palms do nothing to how clammy they feel having to share this moment, cool sea breeze and clear starlit night, with the most abhorrent man he knows.

“Bison told me nothing about it *Big Brother but-” he pauses to take a little swig of his beer, Fadel wondering if Style has imagined the plump curve of them tracing his body, wrapping around his- “I’m not surprised.” Kant finishes, eyes crinkling into that sheepish smile of his, not tinged with nearly enough fear. 

Fadel hesitates to refill what he considers is a healthy dose of fear that everyone should have of Fadel, maybe that’s why Kant has the audacity to sit with so much ease, long frame spread out lazily across the lounge chair next to his. Then he thinks about Bison from just-really not even half an hour ago- lazily lounging across Kant, just holding hands and caressing each other unbothered by the daggers that Fadel threw in their direction with his eyes. Surely, that must be it; Bison’s high drug tolerance rubbing off on Kant.

“So?” Kant says, when the silence stretches between them, “Curious?”

Fadel hesitates again, which bit him in the ass before, surely Bison must have told Kant how to exploit Fadel’s every weakness, and it's about to bite him in the ass again because–

Kant suddenly rises from his lounger, leaning down a little as he stares down at Fadel. The way he towers, frame lithe and lean though broader than Style in places, curves that invite the eyes to linger, “Or simply eager to give your boyfriend everything he desires?” Kant somehow manages to slide down next to him, all smooth and in control of his size, his biceps bulge as he places one hand on Fadel’s knee.

And that’s perhaps the most incriminating, that Fadel hasn’t moved it, that Fadel is pretending to fight a battle he’s already decided to lose because the opponent–

A vibe where the sexual tension increases slowly between fadel kant - reciprocated or not

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Kant style tension with fadel not sure if turned on or jealous or both

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Style bison exchanging bdsm tips (even up to practical rope examples. Kant fearing for his life in advance 🤣