[ Bull huffs, nostrils flaring, another sharp flare hitting the back of his eyes as he draws himself in, storing that tension as it coils, waiting to snap. ]
Think you've found one now? 'Cause I think...
[ There's nothing soft about the way he arches into his touch, letting the warm scratch of his palm and the bite of his nails sink bone deep. Nor in the way his hand slips down from the headboard to press his thumb against that newest bruise, palm flat against his throat. ]
no subject
[ Bull huffs, nostrils flaring, another sharp flare hitting the back of his eyes as he draws himself in, storing that tension as it coils, waiting to snap. ]
Think you've found one now? 'Cause I think...
[ There's nothing soft about the way he arches into his touch, letting the warm scratch of his palm and the bite of his nails sink bone deep. Nor in the way his hand slips down from the headboard to press his thumb against that newest bruise, palm flat against his throat. ]
You might be biting off more than you can chew.