sleep deprived.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[his face is hidden by the shelter of his arms, but it's obvious he's sleeping. and at the kitchen table of all places.]

[ooc: mild adult content. it's not that bad, you wussies.]

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[fatefulgamble.livejournal.com]

[holding a bottle of scotch and a glass, came to get some ice]

... [peers down at him]

Well hello there.

[shrugs him off, continues about his business]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[reacts with a grumble and a tightening of his crossed arms.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[... ... ... okay, so here he is wondering how bad he can creep him out by whispering to him.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[peacefully oblivious.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[so he feels devious enough, leaning down to murmur lowly at his ear.]

I'm gonna get you.. and you know what I'm gonna do when I get you?

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[have a drawn out sigh.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[holds back a laugh.]

I'm gonna fuck you.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[a soft 'mm' and he shifts, mildly disturbed from his previous dream. which probably consisted of skipping through flowers. probably.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[gold flowers from ancient egyptian tombs.]

Real fast, real hard, but just enough not to bleed.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[flowers are gone now. definitely gone.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[now he's getting hands on, feathering fingers up his spine.]

You like that?

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[his back arches at the touch, and he makes a small gasping sound like he was holding his breath.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[he's a real actor when it comes to parts like this, his breathing is labored and he's forcing himself to shudder as he trails his hand back down.]

O-oh yeah..

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[he shudders too, eyes screwing up tight.]

Mm...

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[his fingers dip just below the waistband of his pants, and he seems like he's going to go further until..]

RAH!

[tugs his hand away, standing straight.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[his scream is cut off when the chair tips backwards and he slams his head on the floor.]

F-Fuck!

[his eyes water and he grips at the back of his head.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

... well shit, I didn't mean that.

[he's helping him up, now.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[shoves at his shoulder when he does.]

Don't do that!

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Was it nice before I screamed, though?

[smirks.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[dignified silence.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

You're a cute little shorty.

[whoever made him so flirty, they need to stop. he's tilting the other's chin up a little.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[clenches his jaw.]

I'm not that short.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Shorter than me.

[runs his finger along that tight jaw.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[it relaxes when he does.]

Do you think less of me, then?

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Of course n-

[and then he freezes.]