( rapid-fire, with every word hollowed out around the glass lip of a tequila bottle: )
That is a batshit insane request to ask of me, and you know it.
( but he's not telling him to fuck off, despite his incredulity.
maybe he's too tired to argue. maybe none of this shit matters. he throws back two suspiciously deep swallows of tequila before he heaves himself off the cushions and saunters over to crais' side of the couch. the hand that isn't currently fisting the bottle of tequila by the neck slides gently into crais' silky hair and knuckles into a tight fist near his nape, angling his head toward him.
he leans close. kisses him, chastely. ) Just this once.
( his hand slips away after a brief squeeze. he drops unceremoniously onto the couch, back to crais' chest, and stretches his legs out in front of him, securely wedging the tequila bottle between his thighs, for safekeeping. )
no subject
That is a batshit insane request to ask of me, and you know it.
( but he's not telling him to fuck off, despite his incredulity.
maybe he's too tired to argue. maybe none of this shit matters. he throws back two suspiciously deep swallows of tequila before he heaves himself off the cushions and saunters over to crais' side of the couch. the hand that isn't currently fisting the bottle of tequila by the neck slides gently into crais' silky hair and knuckles into a tight fist near his nape, angling his head toward him.
he leans close. kisses him, chastely. ) Just this once.
( his hand slips away after a brief squeeze. he drops unceremoniously onto the couch, back to crais' chest, and stretches his legs out in front of him, securely wedging the tequila bottle between his thighs, for safekeeping. )