#wolfsliege

Corvo tries to sweep Daud's legs from under him but is leapt upon and grappled and he clenches his jaw as he attempts to wrestle Daud off of him, only succeeding halfway. Legs are twisted together in his effort and Corvo is glad he does not wear his coat when they do this, so far from the Tower, from the watchful eyes of those who wonder at his whereabouts. He walks mostly, but sometimes he finds Daud. It is just chance, he's sure.

Both his arms are slammed to the ground and he clicks teeth together in his silent disapproval of this position, trapped underneath Daud's greater bulk.

     He opens his mouth to say something --

          -- and he does not expect the kiss.

It is not on his lips, but on his throat, and Daud is not soft about it, but nothing about either of them is soft with the other. Their edges are sharp and their glances sharper, and Corvo feels a burn deep within him, mixing awfully with confusion.

Daud's teeth are hard on his throat and when he bites, it draws a sound from Corvo, not of strictly desire but of some dissent. Corvo bites back, raises up enough to find the softer flesh of Daud's neck and sinks teeth in and struggles his hands free and knees Daud hard enough to push the other man off, the breath knocked out of him.