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Your ass will go unfucked as long as you're a brat with no payoff for me tolerating it.

[ Like he doesn't enjoy it? He's never going to admit that, fucking thanks. He decides to enact a particular sequence of two events.

First, he moves to smack the ass in question, and if he succeeds? It's not exactly a light slap. Then, no matter how that goes, he just drops him.

Unceremoniously, not paying attention to anything but trying to make sure he lands on that ass. ]

Change of plans. Time to show you exactly how much I could dominate you.

Don't bother feeling any regrets.

[ The fact that they are still not in bed has Gavin getting whinier, so he snaps: ]

Could just fucking leave, you know.

[ Which he doesn’t mean. Doesn’t mean at all. Then there’s that smack on his ass that has him stiffening, his nails scratching up Mike’s back — not entirely intentional.

Gavin does land on his ass: with a thump and a yelp. ]

This how you treat all the people you fuck? Real good dom there. The only thing I regret is not fucking up your hand more.

[ The scratching takes him by surprise and he barely represses the kind of sound that shows he enjoyed it. Mike is just going to move forward and pretend that didn't happen, thanks. ]

No, it's not how I treat people, fucker.

[ He crowds into his space but stays standing. He moves in a little lower, enough to tuck a finger under Gavin's chin and try to make him look at the determined look on his face. ]

Get off your ass. I want you kneeling.

Play along, we'll see what happens. What I deem fit to give you.

[ Gavin scowls up at him. Ass still stinging from falling on the floor. ]

You have got one fucking chance to make it worth my while.

[ Another lie: he’s just being contrary. Difficult. Gavin does, at least, start getting up. First he raises his hips so he can tug his pants down his legs — promptly throwing them up at Mike. Aiming for his head.

Then he does shift onto his knees. Still scowling at Mike as he rests his hands over the bulge in his underwear. ]

Yeah, I don't believe you. You're into all this, because you know no matter what I do, you're getting off in the end.

[ He's just talking through the pants that landed on his head, like they don't eveb matter. After a second, he just tosses them back somewhere by the couch. Don't need those anymore.

He then reaches down to try to pull Gavin's hands away from himself, but he expects a fight. ]

When I said nobody could touch you, I was including yourself in that.

Do not forget who's claiming you.

[ He is really just talking bullshit and not thinking about the implications or consequences. Too bad for Mike. ]

You don’t know what I’m into.

[ Lies, lies. More contrary lies. ]

Don’t know if I’ll get off in the end, no. Guess as long as I’ve still got hands after this, sure.

[ Gavin grabs Mike’s wrist as he reaches for him. Not hard, but enough to be annoying. ]

So you, what — think I’m not gonna jack off till your little bite wears off? Nah. You want me to do anything, you’re gonna have to make me.

[ Which wouldn’t be hard, really. But he likes being an inconvenience — likes to try and put the focus on what a fucking brat he is rather than how hard he is. ]

You know, we forgot the lube back there. Should I go back or just fuck you right here, raw as hell?

[ Apparently he's decided against the bed. He looks at the hand holding his wrist and then decides it simply doesn't matter - he'll work around it.

Settling himself on the ground in a fluid motion, he sinks to his own knees and then basically throws his entire weight at him. ]

Oops, guess I made the decision. You don't care, right? Gonna give you wicked rugburn.

You wouldn’t.

[ Gavin doesn’t know that. Not really. ]

You’re all about making us both get off, yeah?

[ He falls back against the floor, raising his knee to butt at Mike, but... no. Gavin parts his legs instead — it’s fine, it’s fine — before pushing at Mike’s shoulders with his hands. ]

You’re an asshole but you’re not that much of an asshole.

[ Or is he? Hmm. ]

You're right, I'm fucking with you. That's what we're doing here, right?

[ He reaches into his pocket and, lo and behold, a very tiny tube of lube. Travel size, god bless it! Not that he thinks any sort of omnipotent being really exists. The world wouldn't be so fucked up if they did. He wouldn't have his fucking life. ]

But I'm also making a point that you need to watch out for yourself. You should be fighting harder against that kinda shit.

[ He smirks in a way that doesn't fit what he's about to say at all. Or does it? ]

Come on, don't push me with those hands. Pop me one right on the face, make me pay.

[ He taps his own cheek and looks sardonic. Bitter about something. ]

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[ Gavin squints in surprise at the bottle of lube. ]

Can never tell what the fuckin’ line is with you, man. “Don’t mess with my hands, wah! I’m not gonna rape you! You’re mine and all that, but here, punch me in the goddamn face.”

[ Muttered under his breath: ] Clown fucking asshole.

[ Gavin does punch him, though: fist wound up to sock Mike’s face. His knuckles ache afterward, but it’s worth it. ]

Thought you didn’t wanna feel like you were forcing me, and all that shit. Thought you were oh-so in on what I want, too. And what I want — [ getting a little bold here as he headbutts Mike; violence is their language ] — is for you to fucking use me like you said.

[ He's definitely going to have a black eye. His nose is bleeding but probably not broken - he couldn't care less if it was. He grabs for him in a spurt of anger, clutching hard to whatever his hands land on - and then he just starts laughing.

It's an erradic sound. Definitely a bit unhinged. And it's going on a little too long. ]

Fuck, fine! But you're still going to end up screaming my name.

None of that Josh shit.

[ Some of that blood drips on Gavin’s face and he smiles. It feels good to fuck Mike up a little. Good to hear him lose it a little, because isn’t that what it’s all about?

Okay, maybe he’s losing it a lot. But it’s whatever: Gavin thinks Mike is hot, so it’s fine. ]

Sure, yeah.

[ Mike’s hands end up on his throat, in his hair, and Gavin leans into the touch. Into the pain. ]

Won’t call you Joshy. You prefer Michael, yeah?

No way, my mom calls me that. Emily used to. Don't fuck up my memories.

[ Because yeah, he might have shot her and left her months before that, but he still loved her. Jess too. She was a hell of a Lot sometimes, both women were, but it's not like he wasn't.

So he just doesn't mess with allowing himself to get attached. It's not the right way, being cared for isn't what he deserves. Anyway, that threat of a name cut off his laughter. He considers for a moment, tightens both hands a bit. Leans in and licks that blood away. ]

I know something you'll hate if I tell you.

Then the hell d’you want me to call you? Not a mind-reader here.

[ Gavin rolls his eyes, scowling right up until Mike licks the blood off his face. That gets him to shut his mouth — if only for a second.

Being cared for isn’t what Gavin deserves, either. ]

“Hate” as in it’s gonna piss me off, or “hate” as in it’s going to make me come the second it’s outta that stupid mouth of yours?

Say it, asshole.

I'm younger than I said, you're settling even more than you thought. Not going to tell you by how much, I want to see you squirm.

[ He uses his grip on his hair to tilt Gavin's head a little, smirking again. He drops the hand on his throat, down enough so he can go to shamelessly feel him through his underwear. ]

Don't worry, I'll make it worth it. In the meantime, forget what I said, call me whatever you want - but you have to make it hot.

[ Mike licks his face again, clearly heading towards his mouth. ]

Make me sweat.

Fucking knew it. Asked if you were old enough to buy beer and that was a lie, wasn’t it?

[ Gavin is squirming a bit now. Because how much younger? Nope, Mike’s not gonna tell him. Motherfucker. ]

Better not be getting me into something illegal or I’m gonna kick your ass.

[ As if he could. But Gavin could try.

He is, admittedly, hard as Mike touches him through his underwear. Harder than he’s ever been, maybe — it sure as hell feels like it. Because he likes old men, sure — more than he should — but no one’s ever tried to fuck him up like this before. No one’s ever scoffed at the thought of a safeword. ]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Mikey, Daddy, Granddaddy. You got it.

[ Gavin unconsciously parts his lips: expecting Mike to spit in his mouth, or something. ]

If it was illegal to sleep with me, it would also be illegal to kick my ass.

[ He pauses right before he reaches his mouth, not ready to stop talking yet. ]

Mikey's fine. The rest are kind of weird. Something like Sir or Master is fine.

[ Yeah, he's just fucking around now. But before he can be called on it, he goes back to what he was doing. No, he doesn't spit in his mouth but he does just go to lick his way inside.

Disappointment? He doesn't care. He's interested to see if this man tastes like the alcohol he's probably abusing. ]

Oh, what? You gonna go crawling to the cops if I beat your ass?

[ Gavin laughs again; more of a guffaw, really. ]

Like hell I’m —

[ Yep, definitely tastes like cheap beer. And sake. Gavin knows what he likes, at the very least.

Mike’s tongue gets him to shut up for a bit — unless the awkward moan that slips out counts, then there’s that, too.

Gavin’s not disappointed at all. He rocks his hips up against Mike’s, one hand wrapping around his neck to pull him down harder.

It’s not a kiss, Gavin might insist. That’d be weird. ]

[ Oh, it's definitely a kiss and Mike doesn't care how weird that might be. He's kissed a lot of people, both guys and gals, and he's putting real effort into making this good. Mostly because his pride stings at being told all this time that he wasn't fulfilling what Gavin wanted yet, even though he'd deliberately been avoiding doing so. He knows he doesn't make sense, dammit, that's what's responsible for him actually coming here in the first place.

But a little of it, more than he'd admit, is liking the sound of that moan and wanting to hear another. It's this motivation that leads him to remove his hand that's down below, so he can grind together with him, in a very shameless way. He's thinking hard about all this and very intent. Intense, even. So much so that he's not talking at all, not making one single sound. ]

[ It is good — more than good, really, considering the guys Gavin usually goes for. Old. Ancient, really. The sort to pretend he’s their son, or whatever. Which is hot in its own way, sure, but it’s nothing like this.

Not that Gavin would praise Mike unless pressed. Which he wouldn’t mind, but he can’t praise him too much. Doesn’t want him to know how much he likes all this.

Which is obvious, sure, but part of Gavin thinks as long as he doesn’t admit it aloud, then it’s fine. They’re fine.

Sorry, Mike: Gavin’s not-kisses get sloppier as they grind their hips together. Thinking more with his dick here, although both pleasures feel necessary. He nips at Mike’s lip as he reaches between them with his free hand, aiming to undo Mike’s pants. Nails scratching down his neck because he can. ]

[ If Mike knew he found being regarded as a son to be hot, he wouldn't be kink questioning - nah, he'd be full on with the shame. That's okay, though, he has his own shit. Like how he didn't exactly lock that gun away as much as he pretended. No, he would often take it out, hold onto or look at it while doing suspicious things to himself and think about how it could be used to kill him, if he gave it back and asked nicely enough. Possibly slowly? That would be great.

So maybe it was a mistake to leave it behind on the couch. No matter, there's other ways to enjoy this. Like encouraging the nail scratching with an interested sound. He lets him work on his pants but doesn't move even slightly in the direction of helping.

It's more fun to see if Gavin struggles. He responds to the nip with an outright bite in return, as if to say, that's all you've got? ]

[ Gavin lets out a frustrated huff at the lack of assistance, but he’s determined. Two can play at the whole being difficult thing, as Gavin has more than adequately proven. Regardless, he’s got Mike’s belt through the damn buckle. Fumbling with his fly so he can touch Mike over his underwear.

It’s enough for now because Jesus. He moans at the thought of that dick inside him, on him — somewhere, anywhere. Gavin might even be open to mentioning such if not for Mike biting him, which is preferable. Less talking, more biting. Which Gavin does return: teeth scraping at Mike’s lip until he tastes blood.

In his infinite mercy — really, he just wants to hear more of those sounds — Gavin runs his nails down Mike’s neck again. Across his shoulders. He even gets the urge to abandon touching Mike’s dick — sorry, Jr. — so that he can wrap both arms around his back. Dragging his nails up and down. ]

[ With a dick that big, one might argue it's the real authority here and Mike himself is the Jr. He'd hate the argument, but you could do it.

He's the frustrated one now - every drag of nails is great, amazing even, but he was really into the short time his dick was being touched. The sounds he gives him make that frustration clear, but also the enjoyment he has for each drag of Gavin's nails.

Deciding they've wasted enough time, he moves to try to remove all pieces of underwear from both of them. He'll tear this guy's off, if he has to. ]

[ Gavin smirks at those sounds of frustration: oh, are they in the same boat now? How very tragic.

He’ll raise his hips as Mike goes to tear off his underwear. But, being the cheeky bastard he is, Gavin has to grab the waistband at the last second. Giving Mike a two-eyed wink before he lets go, allowing him to do as he pleases. ]

Someone’s eager.

[ He says, somewhat accusatorily. As if he himself is not ready to get down ~~and clown.~~ ]

Shut up.

[ He sounds so grouchy all of a sudden? Mike goes back to his task and makes quick work of Gavin's underwear, in a way they're not exactly intact once they come off. He's not sorry, he's just looking over what he's revealed. ]

Hey, why didn't you tell me you had two dangerous pistols to show me? Wouldn't have settled for taking just the one.

[ MIKE? MIKE NO????? ]

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Autocorrect trying real hard to put avocado in the punching part

Autocorrect tried to change my punch to lunch LMAO I feel u

so both autocorrects think punches are food, good to know

love the “stepping on Gav” icon choice

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sorry for the last bit, I just feel like Gavin would be Like That

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apologies for the icon but it’s not inaccurate

Autocorrect inserting a face with heart eyes after "he's not talking" BURN

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CW Hoplophilia / Hybristophilia. Lots of paraphilia, okay

they’re both so normal, this is fine

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Autocorrect inserting the word gun??? WE MOVED ON

Autocorrect is like “guns and drugs NOW!!!!”

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