He should have known the first goddamn night this would be a shit idea. The worst goddamn idea ever. No idea he comes up with while half outside his mind on booze, adrenaline, or terror ever comes to anything good. It'll be fun for a short while, yeah, but usually it ends in tears or blood. Both tend to be his. Every little trick and tease he might have laid out, everything he'd picked up knocking around clubs as a younger man before the project changed everything didn't do a damn thing other than encourage North- or teach him something new.
It's the teaching bit that has him regretting clinging to him after a particularly harsh night terror and kissing him at the moment. That had been a poorly planned move. Not something he would've done if he had D to tell him that it'd turn out like this. Not that it would've stopped him and not that he regrets this at all, but it's hard to remember how good everything is when Evan is being a jackass and not. Fucking. Touching him.
"I do not whimper!" He curls his fingers tight in Evan's hair, mussing up the fine blond strands as his nails catch and drag. A little retaliation for all the teasing. He's been good, come on, he hasn't pissed you off once today, play nice. He's playing nice, come on.
Tylor opens his mouth to say something else that was probably unkind when he gets that first brush of contact, all he can say then is "ohfuckme-"
Later, maybe. If he's lucky. Right now his world narrows down to Evan's lazy tongue and the obscene grip of his mouth, the too tight grip on his hips that keep him from rocking up and has him whining, hands sliding greedy for contact along Evan's hair and neck and shoulders. He'd sit up to touch further if he didn't know it'd just get him shoved back down again. Then.
Then the fucking biting.
"Dammit Ev!" He flinches, he always flinches, twitching away even as his thighs splay apart, begging for more as the pain fades into something far sweeter. "Oh fuck you if you stop I swear to god I'm gonna go out, naked, and find someone else to finish what you started-"
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It's the teaching bit that has him regretting clinging to him after a particularly harsh night terror and kissing him at the moment. That had been a poorly planned move. Not something he would've done if he had D to tell him that it'd turn out like this. Not that it would've stopped him and not that he regrets this at all, but it's hard to remember how good everything is when Evan is being a jackass and not. Fucking. Touching him.
"I do not whimper!" He curls his fingers tight in Evan's hair, mussing up the fine blond strands as his nails catch and drag. A little retaliation for all the teasing. He's been good, come on, he hasn't pissed you off once today, play nice. He's playing nice, come on.
Tylor opens his mouth to say something else that was probably unkind when he gets that first brush of contact, all he can say then is "ohfuckme-"
Later, maybe. If he's lucky. Right now his world narrows down to Evan's lazy tongue and the obscene grip of his mouth, the too tight grip on his hips that keep him from rocking up and has him whining, hands sliding greedy for contact along Evan's hair and neck and shoulders. He'd sit up to touch further if he didn't know it'd just get him shoved back down again. Then.
Then the fucking biting.
"Dammit Ev!" He flinches, he always flinches, twitching away even as his thighs splay apart, begging for more as the pain fades into something far sweeter. "Oh fuck you if you stop I swear to god I'm gonna go out, naked, and find someone else to finish what you started-"