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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[King would probably not appreciate being stripped in the middle of the park so Intensity has to settle with running his hands over his sides. His thighs.

All the while trying to kiss the breath right out of him in his typical asshole-ish show of dominance]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Intensity is correct. He would not remotely appreciate that.

But - infuriatingly, maybe - his response to Intensity's ~*~dominance~*~ is to smirk against his lips, and then outright chuckle when his hands start to wander. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Pulls back with an irritated huff]

What?

[puzzlekeeper]

Nothing.

Don't stop.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Now he wants to be contrary!]

You're pretty bossy for a bottom. I wonder why I put up with you.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Rather than bristling, he - just looks like that's the funniest fucking thing anyone's EVER said to him. Holy shit.

Who're you fooling, Intensity? Him? Yourself? The studio audience? Try harder. ]

Sounds like a personal problem.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Places his hands on King's cheeks so he can tilt his head back]

It's also your problem.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His eyes narrow slightly, but he allows his head to be tilted back. ]

Well then, I guess we'll both just have to deal with it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just hums at that. They're dueling now so he feels no shame in marking King anymore.

Which Intensity is going to start right now at the base of King's neck]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ What's this? Did we get over a hangup? Incredible.

He makes a soft sound of surprise when he realizes what Intensity is up to, but then hisses in what is decidedly not protest, his fingers threading into Intensity's hair and tugging. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Progress bar moved up 1%. Don't expect any other big changes anytime soon.

Now it's whose turn to smirk as he works the King's skin between his teeth]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Good thing expectations are always through the floor.

He shifts restlessly under Intensity, still very aware this is a compromising position and they're very much in the middle of the park, but he's apparently not bothered enough by this to... actually object. So. ]

Making a statement?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Marking territory.

[Said with a not so gentle scraping of teeth against the darkened blotch of skin]

If I was going to make a statement--- your delicate sensibilities probably wouldn't want it to be done in public.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Marking territory, huh?

That earns a faint huff, but it sounds more amused than offended. All while his fingers twist in Intensity's hair at that small shock of pain. ]

I didn't realize that was an interest of yours.

[ Someone please teach him the word exhibitionism ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity grins back up at King almost feral-like]

Then let me articulate, Your Excellency.

There's nothing more I'd rather see than you covered in marks and bruises and touches that come from my hand. And nothing more I'd rather do that pull and tug and unravel you string by individual string until you realize your new life is right here where you can feel and struggle and attempt to resist me.

And I'm never going to let you forget that.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His fingers tighten and then he pulls, yanking Intensity's head back so that he no longer has any access to King's neck. ]

And you really think you can accomplish any of that without coming unraveled yourself?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He looks at King with all the authority of someone who is currently not being held back by someone yanking on their hair]

It only matters that I don't unravel first.

[puzzlekeeper]

How arrogant.

[ He pulls down and sideways this time, until his lips can brush the shell of Intensity's ear. ]

You're playing with fire. I won't let you forget that either.

[ And then his fingers tighten as he kisses his own mark just behind Intensity's ear, the sting sharp and pointed. ]