[ in one second this could ruin his whole life. but he can't stop. he's never been truly impulsive, except when it comes to violence; even when dealing with women he was never this stupid. there was no sneaking away during high-profile events to do something like this, because that would have gotten him in shit, although maybe not particularly deep shit. this? this is fatal.
but all he does is dig his fingers into david's shirt harder.
he snarls when his back hits the wall but doesn't push david off. not when they're this close. not when he can let go of his tie and get both hands on his chest instead, feeling every line of muscle under the silk. not when there's hands on him in turn. when he can feel the heat searing between them.
and he thinks, as he tries to avoid biting too much, that this isn't going to do shit to cut the tension in the long run. ]
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but all he does is dig his fingers into david's shirt harder.
he snarls when his back hits the wall but doesn't push david off. not when they're this close. not when he can let go of his tie and get both hands on his chest instead, feeling every line of muscle under the silk. not when there's hands on him in turn. when he can feel the heat searing between them.
and he thinks, as he tries to avoid biting too much, that this isn't going to do shit to cut the tension in the long run. ]