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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Apr 26, 2014 5:13:35 GMT
Iggie has always fought back, even if he's never had any business fighting back - not against Dmitri. Now, Iggie's tired. Now, Dmitri won't let him forget. Now there's no point and and even the hatred in his eyes is bleary, his flimsy spine and heavy head that Dmitri holds up.
He's holding tight, but the lightest touch is what unnerves him, Dmitri's stroking him like he's tamed him. I'm always fucked up, he wants ot say, last night was nothing fucked up, not compared to this,he wants to say. (Not compared to Dmitri's nice gestures and domesticity, and he can't decide which is the worse mockery.)
But he doesn't speak, he's too busy trying to swallow down another wash of vomit, of heat and shame and all it takes is those two words and that smile for his stomach to wring itself out all over the counter.
He hasn't done worse. He couldn't do worse than this, hungover and puking all over the kitchen counter of the man he'd just been fucked by. Dmitri.
Iggie groans and his breathing shudders, hunched over the counter and trying not to put his hands in his mess. There should be some satisfaction of leaving it for Dmitri to mop up, but hasn't he always been the one to clean up Iggie's messes? This entire thing is a fucking mess, this morning, last night, his life. "Fuck..."
He doesn't want to move, he doesn't want to stay. He shoves himself back off the counter and stumbles out the door. He doesn't want to move, but he can't stay.
DMITRI ALEXANDROV fin idk
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Post by MESSENGER on Apr 27, 2014 5:10:33 GMT
[attr="class","profn"]GOOD JOB [attr="class","profb"] SOUTHE and LAIKA each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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