@GLASSC0FFlN before he's finished. Which, when he was done with this act, he stared at to admire his work. fuck. that's hot.
This *is* crazy! Strahm can't believe what he's doing, but he can't stop! This little sensual battle of theirs is addicting, that's for sure!
@GLASSC0FFlN little devil Hoffman on his shoulder, telling him all the naughty things he'll do to him if he stays within the smaller's good graces... And that devil sure is convincing!
As the drugged up police officer is wheeled into the game room Strahm takes the opportunity to glance ++
@GLASSC0FFlN will be left. It's unfortunate it won't be permanent like Strahm's injury, but it'll do for now. As Strahm marks Hoffman he loosens the grip on his tie, his hand instead snaking its way to the back of the ex-detective's head, holding it in place so he doesn't squirm away ++
@GLASSC0FFlN more into Strahm. He was acting like an out of control animal, but he couldn't help it! It's Hoffman's fault, really. He shouldn't have kept teasing him! Unless this is what he wanted all along...
@GLASSC0FFlN Well, whatever it was he wanted more of it~! The special agent very quickly lost all control of himself, his free hand slides down the side of the other's body, finding its final resting place at Mark's hip. Peter then tugs at Hoffman's hip, forcing his lower half to press ++
@GLASSC0FFlN Loomis would never see the light of day again. Despite his absolute rage for the sergeant Strahm's blue eyes find themselves locked solely onto Hoffman. Awaiting to see if he made the correct choice or not.
@GLASSC0FFlN Hoffman could actually trust one another? There was only one way to find out. Strahm may be stupid for this, but Hoffman always seems to make him do the stupidest things.
"I trust you completely, Hoffman."
Peter presses the button on the remote given to him, ensuring that ++