𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣

an indie portrayal of the cosmic entity called 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙙 / 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 from 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙘𝙠 l harbinger of chaos l The Deceiver l
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I mean it! What if you didn’t wanna be kissed? And I was just some creep takin’ advantage of sleepin’ beauty.

Mhm. You’re sayin’ that so I can feel strong.

(Bruce grinned, but didn’t let go.)

I’m tryin’ to squeeze hard enough so we can be attached forever.

Really? It’s— it’s like you’re not even there when it happens?

Oh, I absolutely love it.

That’s how you almost always are in those uh— fantasies.

You just look so good like that that I can’t imagine coverin’ you up.

Fine. I bought some. I just… I wanted to have somethin’ new for you to see.

What! I mean— wow… wouldn’t that be bold to buy?

This fantasy has never progressed past thinkin’ you’d be sexy in it.

I usually fantasize about you naked, honestly.

That would just be fair, wouldn’t it?

It’s… not a hobby? Maybe I’ll never understand it.

(Bruce attempted to squeeze him somehow tighter. As if that would bring them closer. That would have to do for now.)

Don’t wanna invade your privacy.

//Bruce, unironically posting things like this on his old man Facebook account

You sure you’d want that?

You’re always here.

(Bruce responded. He would have climbed into Ryder’s skin if he could.)

I love you. I promise I do.

That’s your hobby.

(Or that’s what Bruce told himself.)

It’d be cute!

I didn’t finish! You’d wear that. Then we’d have sex.

Good enough?

I like to think it’s a bit for the both of us.

I can tell you that it’s somethin’ pretty.

You’d look good in leather. None of that shiny shit. Somethin’ real and used.

Now that you mention it…

You drive! And well, do other things…

I’m not just gonna tell some randoms about our sex life, so you’re probably right…

(At least about that. He’d much rather people know he was married to Ryder than what they got up to in private.)

It’s… scary.

You were asleep and I didn’t wanna wake you up.

It better get here soon or I’m gonna complain.

(He would complain anyways, of course.)

At least not with the toilet thing. That wouldn’t suit you in the slightest.

I could! I absolutely mean it.

(For once, Bruce was finally quiet, returning the kiss as eagerly as he possibly could. They probably wouldn’t be where they were right now if Ryder hadn’t taken the initiative, but Bruce didn’t regret it in the slightest.)