[Steve yanked his hair viciously enough to draw a soft, low cry of pain from Garrett's throat, tight and sharply stinging where Steve was biting him almost hard enough to break skin. The first thought to fly through his mind was oh shit- his thoughts skipped back to Dodger, to another man seized with with this aggressive, domineering madness only a week ago. If this was the same kind of thing, then-
He knew how dangerous this situation was. Steve was obviously stronger than him, and there was a very sudden, very real possibility that Garrett didn't know him as well as he thought- and even if this was just more of Hell's bullshit, it didn't change the immediate danger.]
Oh god.
[He knew exactly how much danger he was in. But that gasp wasn't all fear or shock; it was breathless, as helpless as the way his cheeks flushed and mouth went dry. Garrett licked his lips and found his words again, voice wavering a little, trying to think over his heart pounding.]
-Move to the bed. I was going to say we should- move to the bed.
[There was no doubt in Garrett's mind that the man actually would follow through with that violence, forcing if necessary - whether Hell-influenced or not, it didn't matter. He had to explain himself, while suppressing a whimper at how his cock (half-hard only moments ago) strained almost painfully in his jeans.]
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Date: 2021-04-20 06:40 pm (UTC)He knew how dangerous this situation was. Steve was obviously stronger than him, and there was a very sudden, very real possibility that Garrett didn't know him as well as he thought- and even if this was just more of Hell's bullshit, it didn't change the immediate danger.]
Oh god.
[He knew exactly how much danger he was in. But that gasp wasn't all fear or shock; it was breathless, as helpless as the way his cheeks flushed and mouth went dry. Garrett licked his lips and found his words again, voice wavering a little, trying to think over his heart pounding.]
-Move to the bed. I was going to say we should- move to the bed.
[There was no doubt in Garrett's mind that the man actually would follow through with that violence, forcing if necessary - whether Hell-influenced or not, it didn't matter. He had to explain himself, while suppressing a whimper at how his cock (half-hard only moments ago) strained almost painfully in his jeans.]