ᅠ ᅠ starving, actually. he can't necessarily take care of hunter if he doesn't see him. can't make him happy " hunteeerrr !, " ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ harsh tone of voice caused words to die down on brims. brief flickered glanced downcast. " I was .. I was just.. wondering if I could be let free ? to go make some dinner for you? " ᅠ ᅠ

ㅤ slightly shrunken in his posture, the blonde had managed to conjure up a brief nod. understood. " where.. .. where is the kitchen? " ㅤ

ㅤ " Jesus. who pissed in your cup . " words were muttered, brief glance around the kitchen, noting how he blocked the only exit. okay. whats.. a oh! hot hamburgers !! those are delicious. already washing hands and rolling meat into pattys. ㅤ

ㅤ barked out words successfully shut him up. brims pursing into a thin fine. but, he did as told. adding seasoning to Patty's before beginning to fry them ㅤ

ㅤ granted, he's never had to think about that before. getting a second pot to sautée some mushrooms and a third for the gravy , making French fries shortly after before setting up a plate , placing it on the table. awkwardly standing. as if .. waiting till he ate first. ㅤ

ㅤ and .. he's immediately situating himself across from the other. still not touching his food. not until he's given permission. 〝 hows the food ? 〞 ㅤ

ㅤ he's decided against the arguing and instead ( attempt ) at getting on the others good side. lighting up at the compliment. 〝 oh, right. thank you〞 with that, he's eating. small bites. 〝 so,.. while I'm here —— what .. am I to do? 〞 ㅤ

ㅤ brims immediately downturned at the statement. meal suddenly not as appetizing to him. 〝as in , let you have my body? that's —— no. I'm not accepting that. that's bullshit.〞 ㅤ

ㅤ words of defiance were at the tip of his tongue, but once hues fixiated upon the others —— he fell quiet. gaze on half touched meal. 〝 understood. 〞 ㅤ

ㅤ vibrant hues traveled towards the door, it would be so easy to run. only issue is, to where? " I'm not hungry ". muttered reply. " .. do I have to stay tied up in the basement? " ㅤ

ㅤ jesus, did this guy have anger issue management? whatever the case, current attitude had faltered. not really wanting to get punched again. already eating once more. brows knitted. " I do ,.. I'm sorry. I'm just lost , ( scared ) ". ㅤ

ㅤ morning breed—— woah, woah. they never talked about that !! ㅤ

ㅤ no, no ! he's, he's not complaining. he's. ,, ,, no. he's fine. Hesjustinexperiencedinthatfeild ㅤ

ㅤ that's —— ( the words pathetic left a sour taste on tongue , but he'd rather keep the other on this seemingly good kick ,,, so ) sounds perfect. I'll go get in place ? ㅤ

ㅤ and despite everything thats happened in the past few weeks, theo couldn't help but feel some sort of rush at the others now exposed body just a few inches from him. " just hurry up and fuck me, please? " ㅤ

ㅤ perhaps, he should of asked for a little preparation. the initial shove in * hurt. features pinched together, focused on relaxing warm walls, while the other bottomed out. hands down by his side, unsure if he was allowed to touch the larger. " ohmygod " ㅤ

he's completely pliant underneath the grip. soft hues rolled back at sudden lack of oxygen. body rocking with each thrust. earning soft moans each time

continously strangled moans seemed to spill through his lips. grip resting on shoulders to keep himself stable. " right .." he's in the mix of panting and babbling.. eyes rolled back. " right there, fuck "