[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae just smirked. He wasn't going to outright admit that the idea of Ryan biting him was beyond attractive. He fished around in one of the cabinets he kept locked from Paislee, and handed him a bottle. "Just crash on the sofa so I don't have to haul your body to bed."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chuckled, taking the bottle and downing three pills before putting it away. "I won't pass out when the pain goes away," He murmured, smiling as he watched him go. He wandered tothe couch and sat down, yawned. He'd forgotten aboutthe stretches down his body.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae took a shower as quickly as possible, not feeling like he wanted to linger forever in there. When he got out, he looked at the bites on his shoulder and neck, but his throat was probably the worst. And he had no idea how to play it off. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants, not even bothering with boxers before he made his way to the living room.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan glanced up as he came out, smiled the slightest bit. He yawned, eyes flashing a rich gold as he winked at Claeton playfully and stretched his legs out.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"See something you like?" He asked with a smirk, taking a seat on the sofa across from him. He propped his feet up on the coffee table, trying to come up with some excuse why he'd have bites on him, but he had none. The cat was out of the bag. "You have to stay again, you know. You promised Paislee and she's going to be upset if you stayed with me and not her."

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Of course." He smirked. "You figure out that secret?" He laughed, and realized he didn't think he'd gone so long without wanting a drink or to kill himself. He scoffed. "Yeah yeah I know."

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Have I figured out what's so special about me? No. But I mean, you're more than welcome to tell me. I have an assortment of kitchen knives for you to use to carry out the other half of that." He said with a smile, folding his hands over his stomach. He wasn't so sure what it was that was special about him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chuckled. "Ahh that," He teased, scooting over to him. He kissed along his jaw, a hand pressing to his chest to hold him against the couch as he swung a leg over him. He took Clae's jaw in both his hands, kissed him deep. "I'd rather you die by suffocation," He murmured breathily.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae leaned up at the kiss, his hands sliding to the small of Ryan's back. He kissed him just as deep, holding Ryan as close to him as he could. "Dying in your arms would be nothing less than heaven.." He breathed, kissing slowly over Ryan's jaw as he tried to catch his breath. But he didn't care if his lungs were on fire. He'd kiss him all the time.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Mm.." Ryan laughed softly, stroking a hand tenderly over his cheek. "Same." He leaned in for another kiss, hugging him closer.