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Your ceaseless optimism is your best feature.

[ ha ha HA ]

Detour away.

[King gets the "look", which he probably does not see because his face is pressed against Intensity's neck.

But perhaps Intensity's displeasure will make itself known as he slips his chilled flesh hand up under the hem of King's shirt.]

[ GASPS, trying to scramble back ]

[Attempting to cling so King doesn't get too far away. But also. Laughing.

Sorry for his everything.]

Now you're awake.

[And he slides his hand from under King's clothes to warm against the blankets]

Good.

I want you to enjoy this.

[ He's too drunk to be quick on the uptake right now ]

Enjoy what? Being frozen?

Now. Now. Don't pout. I'll warm you up.

[And he slips his hand underneath the fabric again, warm this time. Idly tracing until---

Ah, there's one.

And his fingertips ghost over one of the stab wounds on his stomach.]

Promise.

[ Ah.

He gasps a little, breath hitching as those fingers slide over the knot of scars. ]

[Intensity slips his hands up further, tracing another knife wound against King's rib cage.

Which hikes the shirt up juuuuust enough so he can press a feather light kiss against one of the bite wounds the monster left behind.]

How dare they hurt what's mine.

[ He has plenty to choose from. Dozens.

King, meanwhile, shivers a bit. Hands trailing up Intensity's back. ]

You're stealing my lines.

[King's hands will find many monster scars on Intensity's body as well. And the exit wound from a bullet.

Lips and hand continue travelling farther up King's abdomen. Each and every scar being caressed across its entire length before Intensity moves on to the next.]

Don't give yourself a handicap by pre-gaming without me then.

[ There's some mixture of guilt-rage-regret-sadness for each and every bump and divot King finds.

He can only imagine what actually seeing them will feel like. ]

Awww . . . are you jealous?

[Intensity pulls back so his eyes are locked with King's and he can say with a wickedly sharp smirk:]

Always.

[ Smirking right back, brushing some hair back from Intensity's face. ]

Don't worry. I'm all yours.

[Intensity leans into the touch, eyes going half-lidded.

Before reaching over to brush his thumb against the scar across King's neck.]

Yes.

I'm going to make sure of that.

[ A faint tension goes through him when Intensity's fingers reach that scar in particular, but King's response is merely to lean in closer. Leering. ]

And yet you're waaay more sober than I am . . . that can't stand.

[ Plucking up the forgotten alcohol bottle and wagging it ]

[He withdraws his hand -- but if some crazy has fucked up touching King's neck for him, there is going to be hell to pay -- and reaches for the bottle. Stealing it from King.]

I can't get too drunk.

I have to navigate other people's feelings tomorrow.

[But he pops the cork nonetheless.]

[ Grins because he's getting his way. ]

Just enough that your face turns red. It's cute.

[With the bottle halfway raised]

I don't do---

[Hmmmm. Wait a minute. Perhaps he can use this to his advantage. And his eyes light up]

Is that so?

[He shifts to press the bottle up against King's lips.]

Say 'ah'.

Ah?

[ That's confusion, by the way, not compliance ]

[He's getting wined poured in his mouth regardless]

[ HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN???

He sputters but valiantly refrains from actually choking on it ]

[Punishment for calling him cute.

And leaning in to kiss and greedily lap up any of that wine that King doesn't manage to not choke on.]

[ Hmmmmm . . .

Well, drunk brain will put aside retaliation for now, because he gets a kiss out of it. He leans in, pressing more of that wine up into Intensity's mouth. ]

[Just as planned. Which means that Intensity will be very thoroughly kissing him. Until the wine is gone and then he needs to look for something else to latch onto.

And oh that spot right under King's ear looks perfect. Especially if that means he can also tug on his earring with his teeth.]

[ Muttered as Intensity's attention moves on ]

Easily distracted . . .

[ He's clearly absorbing the attention, though, so if it's meant to be a scolding, it hardly works. ]

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