[ there's pressure closing around what's supposed to be Alex's wrist and the virus flicks its glance to Connor's fingers pressed into the skin.
cute.
Alex's fingers bore down on Connor's neck and curve into the muscle, strangling off air and noises alike as teeth attack skin over and over and over again, bruising and biting at the flesh until his collar's decorated in scars of Alex's possessiveness. the flesh between forefinger and thumb morphs and reforms into something sharp and his grip becomes insistent, using the edge of his hand to cut into the skin just below Connor's voice box.
and then as soon as it started, it stops. and Alex is tearing away, yanking Connor forward by an arm with more force than is needed, so the other hand can tangle in the assassin's hair and drag him down to eye level with the girl-virus standing in front of him. ]
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cute.
Alex's fingers bore down on Connor's neck and curve into the muscle, strangling off air and noises alike as teeth attack skin over and over and over again, bruising and biting at the flesh until his collar's decorated in scars of Alex's possessiveness. the flesh between forefinger and thumb morphs and reforms into something sharp and his grip becomes insistent, using the edge of his hand to cut into the skin just below Connor's voice box.
and then as soon as it started, it stops. and Alex is tearing away, yanking Connor forward by an arm with more force than is needed, so the other hand can tangle in the assassin's hair and drag him down to eye level with the girl-virus standing in front of him. ]
Get on the bed. On your back.