you do, don't deny it. [a kiss that leads to mad's lips? definitely.]

[hell, he didn't expect mad to be as easy as his alter ego was. surprising.]

[grunt. he wasn't expecting to have the kiss deepened by mad, god no.] [pulls mad closer, using the collar of his shirt.]

[he's frantic in quickly trying to remove his tie so he can unbutton his shirt but he's having a hard time with undoing the knot.] [with a growl, he switches their places, pushing mad against the wall.]

please. i should've known this was going to happen.. [a small whine from him, desperately grabbing mad's hands, forcing them on his tie.] /now/.

shut up, fucker. [he's panting heavily already, pushing against the other male, bodies touching close with barely enough space.] ugh... i wanna hurt you. you're not marked up.

[without hesitation, he quickly set his hand on mad's neck, squeezing.] fuck you. you're a /bitch/. [he continues to squeeze, his other hand sticking two fingers down the other's mouth.] i'm not going to regret a single thing i do to you.

[hell, he'd probably crush mad's neck if he asked for more.] [his eyes seem to shine with sexual tension, squeezing harder, shoving his fingers further down cry's throat.]

[will he let go? no. he'll tighten his grip even harder.] [he doesn't care if he crushes something anymore. personally, he thinks he should.]

[his hand is tired, so he lets go abruptly, smirking.] heh. did you like that? [he's nice enough to pull mad into his arms and then lift him.]

¢ MAD ! lowkey found a... really hot edit of mark.....

awh jeez.. you're a mess. [gently presses kisses all over the other's neck, kissing even more gently when his lips touched the bruises.]

i do what i what, and what i want is to be soft. [he presses his lips a small bit harder against one of the marks, then continues to be gentle.]

christ, i got you good, didn't i? [he's proud of mad for not being so bad. he's probably bad though, something might have been crushed.]

mhm, i believe that, love. [chuckle. he knows mad would only hurt him if he had made him mad enough.]

yeah, mad? [confusion gently shows. mad was usually comfortable around dark, but never like this.]

[a crimson blush crosses his face, producing a smile.] i love you too. [a chuckle as he gently places mad on his bed, moving to cuddle the other.] i love you a lot.

ah.. you're cute.. [he's tired for damn sure. but mad is so... adorable, being like this.]

[giggle and a a careful hold of the other's head.] you win. be careful with your head, darling..

¢ my eyes burn again.