[ It's really amazing, how this man leaves Squalo willing both to risk his life for him and to STRANGLE THE GODDAMN BASTARD HIMSELF. His grin grows a little steelier and his grip on Rico's hair gets harder, tugging him back just enough so that Squalo can stare him down with his teeth all too close to the other's face. ]
Sure you wanna be a smartass right now, Dredd? You're on thin ice as it is. [ But while he does not approve of the implication that he's some kind of a forty-cents whore (so much for the value of an extinguished human life), it certainly stirs something in him too, the way Rico dares to talk shit to him without any care or fear. It's super fucking hot, even if there wasn't a dead body next to them to prove how far he was willing to go, alright? ]
[ He half-growls, half-moans as he's bitten, a little shiver going down his spine, his fingers clutching more tightly onto the other as he presses closer, now sort of rubbing down on him too. It's been too fucking long already, hasn't it? But fuck him if he's just going to listen to this kind of slander. He turns his head, lips practically against Rico's ear, eyes half-lidded as if he's high on lust and about to spill some prime steamy dirty talk. ]
'Nd you forgot to count your bail for when the real cops find all those dead people... and the only thing they've got in common is you.
[ Ah. Well. There ain't no sweet nothings like entirely unveiled threats, apparently. Not that he actually wants him in any sort of trouble -- he doubts the slimy bastard wouldn't find a way out anyway -- but it would be so much fun to see him squirm like a worm on a frying pan. ]
[ He thinks he can just reach his partner's earlobe with his teeth... and he'll be returning that bite, just as hard, while his free hand sort of shoves at the man's middle - not to push him away, but just to get enough space so he can tug on his belt, rough and impatient. This is all kinds of fucked up, really, but he gives exactly zero fucks at the moment. ]
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Sure you wanna be a smartass right now, Dredd? You're on thin ice as it is. [ But while he does not approve of the implication that he's some kind of a forty-cents whore (so much for the value of an extinguished human life), it certainly stirs something in him too, the way Rico dares to talk shit to him without any care or fear. It's super fucking hot, even if there wasn't a dead body next to them to prove how far he was willing to go, alright? ]
[ He half-growls, half-moans as he's bitten, a little shiver going down his spine, his fingers clutching more tightly onto the other as he presses closer, now sort of rubbing down on him too. It's been too fucking long already, hasn't it? But fuck him if he's just going to listen to this kind of slander. He turns his head, lips practically against Rico's ear, eyes half-lidded as if he's high on lust and about to spill some prime steamy dirty talk. ]
'Nd you forgot to count your bail for when the real cops find all those dead people... and the only thing they've got in common is you.
[ Ah. Well. There ain't no sweet nothings like entirely unveiled threats, apparently. Not that he actually wants him in any sort of trouble -- he doubts the slimy bastard wouldn't find a way out anyway -- but it would be so much fun to see him squirm like a worm on a frying pan. ]
[ He thinks he can just reach his partner's earlobe with his teeth... and he'll be returning that bite, just as hard, while his free hand sort of shoves at the man's middle - not to push him away, but just to get enough space so he can tug on his belt, rough and impatient. This is all kinds of fucked up, really, but he gives exactly zero fucks at the moment. ]