handle despite being a bystander.)
... not in the mood today. (arousal deadened after that query — tinged with impatience and resignation. enjin can’t bring himself to address whatever’s suffocating gris.) why not just lay together tonight?
(he’s cannibalising himself and assumes enjin’s too dense to notice. or perhaps he’s not, and it’s a ploy to coax him into questioning his welfare. complexes were developed after follo’s resurgence and it’s an issue he has to, unfortunately,
( scowl twitches lips slightly, enough so that supporter presses a firm hand down on his willpower to stop it after a moment. hopefully, enjin didn't feel the pressure of it against skin. ) yeah. it's easier for 'em too, now that follo... y'know.
it must’ve been an easy job then. no need t’ waste your energy. (smile flattens with cleaner’s visage tucked into neck. his inner semiu is telling him he’s fucked up something.)
(he’s more forward than usual — not in a good way. feels almost mechanical when enjin doesn’t have to annoy supporter for it. hips remain stationary for now ╱ observing how far gris would go unprompted.)
ehh. ( fingers return, gentler pressure applied to same imprints. drag of blunt nail downwards ——- slipping pants && boxers from cleaner's skin. nose pressed into curve of neck and ink darkened skin ... little inhale. he smells like smoke. he always does. )
(shocking. gris is hardly ever laid off on a job — he’s the best there is amongst their non—giver roster.) tough without you there. (always knowing what to say.) should’ve joined us — could’ve really used you.
( no ordinary man, yet not enough to keep enjin pleased, obviously. troubled little noise, before pressure lets up / fingerprint shaped bruised already forming on cleaner's hips. )