[ he's not touching anything anymore, sitting up in bed, bottle in hand despite the fact he's already had too much. it's exactly how the worst night of his life started — well, one of them — kicking abilene out of his house while polishing off a bottle of scotch she'd drugged just for him, falling into bed as her perfectly placed victim. he doesn't know how many times she rode his cock that night, only that it was enough to get her pregnant and it can only be his. ]
i know.
[ he gets up, walks past parisa's panties and lipstick-stained wineglass because she's a worse slob than he is, and opens the door, reaching out to drag danny in by the collar — not rudely, just firmly — and push him against the wall as he sweeps the door shut with his foot. ]
I'm not anyone's dad. Yet. So fuck you.
[ what's obvious is the bulge in danny's jeans. also obvious is that he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't have opened the door at all, and yet embry blinks back and forth between taking bullets in carpathia and watching ash propose to someone else and letting greer believe he left her and knowing that he has no choice but to marry the woman who raped him, and between all of that, yanking danny's belt open doesn't seem that bad.
he sinks down to his knees, danny's cock out in seconds flat, his lips parting as he takes him in, hungry and drunk and burning with guilt. ]
I want — [ muffled with cock, swallowing as his wintery eyes turn upwards. ] Another present.
cw: rape
[ he's not touching anything anymore, sitting up in bed, bottle in hand despite the fact he's already had too much. it's exactly how the worst night of his life started — well, one of them — kicking abilene out of his house while polishing off a bottle of scotch she'd drugged just for him, falling into bed as her perfectly placed victim. he doesn't know how many times she rode his cock that night, only that it was enough to get her pregnant and it can only be his. ]
i know.
[ he gets up, walks past parisa's panties and lipstick-stained wineglass because she's a worse slob than he is, and opens the door, reaching out to drag danny in by the collar — not rudely, just firmly — and push him against the wall as he sweeps the door shut with his foot. ]
I'm not anyone's dad. Yet. So fuck you.
[ what's obvious is the bulge in danny's jeans. also obvious is that he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't have opened the door at all, and yet embry blinks back and forth between taking bullets in carpathia and watching ash propose to someone else and letting greer believe he left her and knowing that he has no choice but to marry the woman who raped him, and between all of that, yanking danny's belt open doesn't seem that bad.
he sinks down to his knees, danny's cock out in seconds flat, his lips parting as he takes him in, hungry and drunk and burning with guilt. ]
I want — [ muffled with cock, swallowing as his wintery eyes turn upwards. ] Another present.