25. “You’re mine. I don’t share”
Rated M, mention of blood
“You’re mine,” Rhett slammed Link against the wall. It hurt like Link wanted it to, in the ways he begged for. Pain, pleasure was written on Link’s face. “I don’t share,” Rhett hissed.
He’d flirted with the barista with this end result in mind. Rhett held him against the wall forcefully. Link may have been objectively stronger, but he’d stopped putting up a fight.
Rhett kissed Link hard, hand gripping silver-brown hair. Link’s teeth first grazed Rhett’s lips, then went for blood. Rhett pulled back. “Mine.”
“I know, Fuck,” Link breathed, Rhett’s free hand sliding down his body. “I’m yours.”
Thank you for the prompt!