𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗡

- 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽.
Lenny's voice cut through the air - sharp and cold as steel. But the man didn't flinch. He smiled instead - the kind of smile that tasted like blood.

He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, hands wrapped around Lenny's with a grip that should have hurt... but didn't. Instead, it sent heat rolling low in Lenny's stomach. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘰. He turned his face away, refusing to give in.

- 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲, 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆.
His voice was rough, sliding over Lenny's skin like velvet laced with thorns - too close, too familiar. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.

- 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲.
Lenny tried to sit up, but a broad palm hit his chest and pinned him to the mattress. The touch burned. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼.

The man leaned in, torso tense beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, breath warm between clenched teeth.
- 𝘕𝘰.

And then... he nuzzled Lenny's cheek. Something so simple, yet so animal, that it stole the breath right out of Lenny's lungs. His stubble scraped his skin; his scent - smoke, pine, and danger - wrapped around him like a snare.

- 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵?
he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Lenny's ear. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁?

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. Lenny clenched his fists, but his body had already betrayed him. The man slid a thigh between his, pressing - insistently, teasing.

- 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
Lenny's voice came out low, shaky.

- 𝗟𝗶𝗮𝗿.
Fingers crept up Lenny's neck, pausing right where his pulse fluttered under the skin. You say you hate me... but your body's already mine.

Lenny opened his mouth to protest, bu