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bull/ismaat things
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- "Not 'kid'. It's 'boss', remember?" he'd say slyly.6:52 PM
- "Do you want to be the boss?" He'd ask, hands slipping down and tugging Is against him, "Or do you want me to work every last drop of stress out of you until you're writhing and begging for me?"6:54 PM
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- A shudder all down his back when Bull drew him close. He shuddered for those /words/, too. "I think," Ismaat said carefully, "The last one sounds..." Clear his throat gruff as you please. "...good. It sounds good."7:05 PM
- The Bull leaned down to let their foreheads rest together, his hands slipping under Ismaat’s shirt and easing it up slightly, “Then right now.” He murmured, “You’re ‘Kid’. Understand?”7:07 PM
- "Yes, I understand, but it feels-" Hands curling, mouth going dry. "Wrong," he said, brows knit, even as he tipped his stomach to Bull's hands. "To not control things. I'm supposed to control things."7:15 PM
- “If you do not want it. If you want me to stop, at any point.” He murmured, beginning to unbutton Ismaat’s shirt, taking it nice and slow, “You will say ‘Katoh’ and it will be over instantly.” Bull leaned down, pressing a kiss to the mans throat, “Let me hear you say it. Show me you understand, kid.”7:19 PM
- "Katoh," Ismaat said, low and quiet but hard-edged, it was difficult for his voice to lose that edge. He slid a hand down Bull's forearm, taking a deep breath to relax. He watched Bull closely, scrutinizing every touch as if he was suspicious of it. "Ah...just. Keep going. For now. We'll see."7:35 PM