Dhon frowned and reached up to rub the marker with his hand, looking around for the nearest reflective surface to see what he had written.
“… Hah, right. ‘Mine’. Since fuckin’ when??” He retorted with a grunt while he tried to rub off the marks with the back of his fist.
((Dhons in a bad mood today haha xD))
Dhon scowled and made a hasty grab for the vampires wrists, the heat of his palms burning up to a nice temperature hot enough to hurt.
“Drop the fuckin’ pen!!” He demanded whilst he tried to scramble his way out of the weird leg death-grip the other had on him.
“NO!” Axel yelled at him as he kept his legs around him, squeezing them tighter as Dhon tried to get the pen from his grasp. He cried out and leaned forward biting the other males wrist as he started to heat his palms up burning the vampire.
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