#maksim.

" you're being so gentle . . . i'm not going to break . "

"I promise that it's me," he huffed, rolling his shoulders back and relishing in the fact that he could shift and move around now without anymore treacherous pain screaming in his veins. "I told you who I was the night we met." ...Through mostly snarling and howling, but, truly, he thought he'd made himself perfectly clear. "I'm a leader. I have a pack--------- had a pack. All of this was explained to you in excruciating detail."

darkness cloaks the city , it being well into the night . so much so , it's morning hours . cigarette is brought to his lips and he inhales deeply , letting a puff of smoke bloom out into the crisp night air . he hears footsteps , not even turning his head . the conversation had been fucked and pulled out of him tonight , hense the break he had stepped out in seek of . he lets the silence sit thickly between them and he sighs softly .

his eyes ramin on half dressed male , brow lifting . " wouldn't him being distracted . . . help you ? " he questions . his head tilts . " complicated how , exactly ? " he doesn't dare let himself read into that part , that's the dangerous part . jealousy is a fun toy , something to play with . much like himself for the right price . feelings on the other hand are far more menacing .

" . . . what if i stay for a little longer . " his words are tentative , careful . " off the books . "

" and here i thought i'd be the best dressed tonight . "

He's insanely easy at riling up, though the fact that he even bothers with a verbal warning proves he's just playing along. Twin brows lift at the shove to his solid shoulder, a wicked smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. "Oh yeah? Come play with me, since you like feeling tough." There's a second shove driving forward, but before it actually lands on him, Maksim's swooping down and grabbing the other boy around the waist, lifting him clean off his feet and slamming him against the closest surface to them-------- the bed. They land in a tangled sprawl, Maksim on top, exuding smug confidence as he grins down at him, making no move to take their 'play fighting' any further. Physicality, playful scraps, and testing limits were all second nature to him, but something about this moment feels heavier than casual wrestling. The way they landed, the warmth between them, the way his pulse hammers like it's going out of fucking control. Then... a curious hand drags down the hard ridges of his stomach, tracing all over that pure muscle, and the molten heat that follows is overpowering enough to force a hiss from between his gritted teeth. His body's reacting before his mind can even catch up, something aggressive and wanting twisting low in his gut. "Fuck..." He swears roughly, breathlessly, until he lets out a husky laugh, trying to break the tension and pretend like he's completely unaffected. "What a boring fight."