"Yeah, I do. Bet I suck dick better than your girlfriend. You probably want to find out, don't you, under all that heterosexual rich fuck act you put on. But you know, even if you stick your fucking dick in my mouth, it wont change the fact that you smell like a fake."
He grabbed him, fast, impossibly strong hands on his shoulders as he pinned him back against the lockers, his green eyes looking down at Cael as he pressed in close. Their chests almost touching, and Roman's grip was still tight, but not ridiculously so; surprising for his thin frame, but still human. He tried to be careful. However much he might be mocking Cael for his secrets, he had his own, too.
"So what are you, street rat? Kid of some street level drug dealer? Not good enough to get into the business?"
There's contempt on his lips and in his hard green eyes. He can't explain what it is. Usually, he wouldn't have cared, wouldn't have given two flying fucks, but there was something about the act that got under his skin. Something that made him need to hold him down and prove that you're not better than me.
"Faggot." And that's when he kisses him, hard, and it's all teeth, all control and dominance like he's got something to prove.
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Date: 2013-11-03 07:12 pm (UTC)He grabbed him, fast, impossibly strong hands on his shoulders as he pinned him back against the lockers, his green eyes looking down at Cael as he pressed in close. Their chests almost touching, and Roman's grip was still tight, but not ridiculously so; surprising for his thin frame, but still human. He tried to be careful. However much he might be mocking Cael for his secrets, he had his own, too.
"So what are you, street rat? Kid of some street level drug dealer? Not good enough to get into the business?"
There's contempt on his lips and in his hard green eyes. He can't explain what it is. Usually, he wouldn't have cared, wouldn't have given two flying fucks, but there was something about the act that got under his skin. Something that made him need to hold him down and prove that you're not better than me.
"Faggot." And that's when he kisses him, hard, and it's all teeth, all control and dominance like he's got something to prove.