[ The echo is back but the temperature is edging higher by degrees.
He says he isn't jealous because it's the truth. It's more insult than envy, on the assumption of an inherent failing on Rafe's part. No, not failing — it's something worse, something that Rafe doesn't even have in him, some kind of baseline incompatibility that earns him a write-off. Sorry, best left to others more suited. A line he's heard over and over again and every time it's just more fuel toward showing people how wrong they are.
Whether Harry is aware or not, he's thrown down a gauntlet. Rafe's never been able to resist picking it up. ]
You think I can't. [ The bottle stays pressed into Harry's stomach another moment longer as he stares down every one of those bad intentions. Then he sets it aside for an even crueler grip at Harry's hip. ] Guess you really don't get tired of being wrong.
[ And with that he launches back into a kiss that's twice as ruthless as before, teeth clicking against Flynn's violently.
A part of him still warns against giving up control or a single inch of ground, unease gathering in his gut at the idea of just handing it over, but he's committed now and even more than that... Like hell he wants Flynn to think he's been proven right after all. ]
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[ The echo is back but the temperature is edging higher by degrees.
He says he isn't jealous because it's the truth. It's more insult than envy, on the assumption of an inherent failing on Rafe's part. No, not failing — it's something worse, something that Rafe doesn't even have in him, some kind of baseline incompatibility that earns him a write-off. Sorry, best left to others more suited. A line he's heard over and over again and every time it's just more fuel toward showing people how wrong they are.
Whether Harry is aware or not, he's thrown down a gauntlet. Rafe's never been able to resist picking it up. ]
You think I can't. [ The bottle stays pressed into Harry's stomach another moment longer as he stares down every one of those bad intentions. Then he sets it aside for an even crueler grip at Harry's hip. ] Guess you really don't get tired of being wrong.
[ And with that he launches back into a kiss that's twice as ruthless as before, teeth clicking against Flynn's violently.
A part of him still warns against giving up control or a single inch of ground, unease gathering in his gut at the idea of just handing it over, but he's committed now and even more than that... Like hell he wants Flynn to think he's been proven right after all. ]