𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳

— ʀᴘ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴏᴏᴄ, ɴsғᴡ
— ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ.
— ᴇɴɢ/ʀᴜ
— ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇʙᴏʀɴ.

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

— Ｉ ＡＭ ＡＬＩＶＥ

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect mechanical sound. "Shut up and kiss me..."

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect while his other hand tangled its fingers into Gavin's hair to be closer, closer, even closer, to merge into one entity. He wanted this so badly. Connor lightly bit Gavin's lower lip and pushed his tongue deeper into his mouth, letting out a low, almost >

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect //

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect desperate to know more, to know *everything*, to imprint the very taste of Gavin onto his memory and replay it over and over again. “Mgh...”

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect someone else’s lips, his DNA, hormones, traces of recent meals, dyes and acids, tobacco... Gavin’s mere presence drove him wild; a hot ache spread low in his belly, and he dug his fingers into Gavin’s hair, practically lapping at his mouth—not merely kissing, but exploring, >

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect slightly, and his lips brushed against Gavin’s in a brief, soft kiss. It was the lightest of touches, after which he froze just inches from Gavin’s face, his eyelids lowered.

“I hate you too.”

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect Connor stared at him unblinkingly, his LED flickering from yellow to red. It was almost unsettling—a machine that was eerily human. He wasn't real; he was just a piece of plastic, just...

His hands settled on Gavin’s shoulders and pulled him close for a moment; he leaned in >

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect feelings; he knew they existed but couldn't define them. Something hot, searing, and unsettling, a tugging sensation in his gut. "Why are you trying to run away?"

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect "Why are you trying to hide your reaction?" He remained where he was, looking him up and down. Gavin’s hair was still disheveled—a reminder of their recent contact—and his heart was pounding heavily. There was something... strange about it. Connor didn't understand his own >

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect You said that touching hair is intimate and refused it from me. Yet, you initiated this contact with me yourself. Why?"

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect *I analyze all of this unconsciously, against my will. Your pulse is approximately 110 beats per minute, about 26 breaths per minute. But..." his voice grew quieter, and he touched Gavin's hand—with just his fingertips, barely perceptible, "that is not why you are strange. >

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect “You don’t look like you dislike anything. Your heart rate has sped up, your pupils are dilated...” He was flustered when Gavin touched his hair while looking him in the eye. “You’re strange.”

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect "It’s not like I touch them all that often," he said, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly to the side—just like a puppy. He gently massaged the roots of Gavin’s hair with his fingers. "Does that feel good? 'Intimate'?"

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect He gazed at Gavin for a few seconds—whether thinking or scanning and calculating the odds of a rejection, a punch, or a sarcastic remark—and then, finally, raised his hand. His palm slowly, gently touched the man’s hair, his fingers running through it and stroking it.

"Soft."

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect Connor froze for a second, then pursed his lips and looked away. "I would... like that."

[𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 @ange_mort__]

@Arrogantdetect — “Something intimate?” he mused for a moment, glancing up at him shyly. “Maybe you’d like me to...?”