He'll have to take Cy's word, unless he happens upon a chance to test it out for himself. Which... it seems that this guy is flirting with him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested—dark eyes lingering longer than polite on the definition of muscle—but the thought hiccups, gets stuck like a rock in his throat on the next swallow. Fuck, when did he get so sentimental?]
Yeah, I bet. [A nudge back, playful even as he whips away in the next moment, back toward the door. Hot and cold.] Maybe I'll think about cuffs when I can bend over without wanting to puke. Ugh. You ever been shot before?
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He'll have to take Cy's word, unless he happens upon a chance to test it out for himself. Which... it seems that this guy is flirting with him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested—dark eyes lingering longer than polite on the definition of muscle—but the thought hiccups, gets stuck like a rock in his throat on the next swallow. Fuck, when did he get so sentimental?]
Yeah, I bet. [A nudge back, playful even as he whips away in the next moment, back toward the door. Hot and cold.] Maybe I'll think about cuffs when I can bend over without wanting to puke. Ugh. You ever been shot before?