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[obedientdog]

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[obedientdog]

[A lot of the time, fighting was foreplay to Skov. And the times it wasn't- well, sometimes he could hide how it made him feel, and sometimes he couldn't. Every time he clashed with Elijah it made him feel desperate for more, made him want to get on his knees for the other boy or find himself bent over the nearest suitable surface. It also made him hyper-aware of things like the blood on Elijah's face or knuckles and that alone felt like an aphrodisiac.

Tonight wasn't much different, in terms of all of those things. He never pushed though, didn't bring up his weird attraction to everything they did when they fought. Swan was the one who usually dealt with all of his excess energy and built-up sexual tension. But tonight-

His eyes tracked Elijah's motions as he pulled his shirt off, taking in the new expanse of skin before him. It took him a moment or two to even register the scars, and when he did he was distracted, gaze flickering back up to Elijah's mouth, then down again. There was so much going through his brain all he could really think was a little oh. He felt a little tangle of emotions that pinwheeled through his mind before, like a tumbleweed, it broke apart.

Taking a slightly shaky deep breath, he flexed one hand, glancing down at his knuckles.]

I could go again. Unless you wanted to make out or something.

[richspoiledrotten]

[Fighting was foreplay to Elijah too, if he was honest. It was just... well, it wasn't like he'd ever been willing to take the risk and see what it could spin into before. It might be like foreplay, but he had literally no experience with what came after. But this was-- something, and his green eyes were magnetic, bright and alive as he grinned with a flash of perfect teeth. Almost wolfish as he looked at the other boy, seeming to actually consider it when Skov asked if he wanted to makeout.

It's like the tone of the tension in his body changes at the implied question, a slight shift so it's less nerves and more interest slowly laid bare. There's probably a dozen reasons to play by the same script that they always have, but Elijah can't think of a single one in the moment. Not with the way that Skov's gaze slides across his bare chest, and up to his mouth. He's never really had anyone look at him like this before. Looking at his skin, his exposed body, and not just seeing him for who he was, but wanting him.

For the first time in his life, standing in a room like this, being exposed, doesn't mean feeling defective. His breath is rough and it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts together for any sort of reply.]

I dunno. Maybe if you manage to hit me again.

[Not quite a witty reply, but he's not quite thinking straight. It's like an invitation, or like it could be a yes. Like the way his skin hums and the blood in his mouth makes him want it.

He knows they're crossing a line, he just doesn't quite understand what it is. But to be fair, right now he's more interested in following Skov step for step, seeing where this thing they've been doing leads. He's reckless with this, once he feels like he can be. Prone to following the chemistry instead of worrying about if it's a good idea.]

[obedientdog]

[Skov smirked, flexed his neck to try and work a kink out of it.]

You don't think I can?

[He'd gladly take Eli up on the challenge, no matter how much more he'd rather mash their mouths together instead.

He'd been playing nice so far, fair, trying to take things slow. He didn't really want to hurt Elijah; he didn't want to hurt any of the boys in the pack. But that didn't mean he couldn't shake things up a little.

So, instead of swinging a fist, he flung himself at Elijah this time. Skov wanted to take him down to the floor, maybe wrestle around a little. Slightly less hitting, more skin-on-skin.]