[The words keep coming, so much so that he barely has the time to process them. The days when he knew, the days after - maybe Doppio should consider himself lucky that the neverending flow of confessions doesn't leave any room for him to wonder if he even wants to know more. He doesn't need to know, not so badly as to pry it from the mouth of someone helpless to stop it. And there's more, and more, making his blood traverse to his face despite how little it travels these days, and when the Boss blushes too the most absurd thought - Do we blush the same? - crosses his mind for the briefest of moments -
And then the Boss presses himself to Doppio. The towel jammed between them is at least more comfortable than the laptop was before. The rest of it is not.]
B... Boss, don't say that! I don't want to lock you up or-- [His voice hitches. When the thought continues regardless of his tongue, another painful cramp assaults his stomach.] Ow, fuck!
hey so. i'm sorry for this
And then the Boss presses himself to Doppio. The towel jammed between them is at least more comfortable than the laptop was before. The rest of it is not.]
B... Boss, don't say that! I don't want to lock you up or-- [His voice hitches. When the thought continues regardless of his tongue, another painful cramp assaults his stomach.] Ow, fuck!
[He winces, tries again.]
Don't... ask me to bite you.
[The cramp passes.]