I reached my hand out, and Henry grabbed it, putting his cheek against my hand and snuggling into it.
"You don’t care. But I do." I narrowed my eyes.
"Are you insulting ? Why would I need control over your body when I already have control over your soul?" I asked.
The body-control thing wasn’t sothing my paranoid brain had co up with because I was bored or anything—the last ti I had seen red eyes that weren’t mine, they belonged to a body I was indeed able to control.
And it was because of , that this body was shot to death.
I don’t want to risk sothing like this repeating itself, especially with Henry.
Henry grabbed my wrist and pulled to him. I fell into his lap, straddling him.
"Why not control my body as well when you already have my soul?" He asked, his nose resting beside mine as our lips grazed.
He still held my wrist, which he had grabbed, spread out together with his arm, making anyone who would co in think we were dancing.
"Shut the fuck up and do what I say." I said darkly, not impressed by his stubbornness.
"Mhm, I always do." Lies.
"How are you feeling now?" He suddenly asked.
"Really a bit lighter." Though it could just be the placebo effect. We’d have to see if the headaches and fevers will stop.
Henry licked over my lips, getting bolder with each passing day.
"Stop that." I said, though I didn’t move away.
"No." Where was his so-called obedience now?
He pecked my lips, and I rolled my eyes, pulling him to and pressing my lips against his. When he opened his mouth, I slid my tongue into it, hearing him chuckle deeply with delight.
After he let go of my wrist, he buried his hands in my hair, bringing closer to him.
It was unsettling how easy it had beco to kiss a man... Not only easy, but also... Fuck, I don’t know either.
When I felt myself getting into it, with Henry already fully dazed by how he hugged , bringing our upper bodies together, I stopped.
Yet, he didn’t let go of , forcing to grab the cord of his collar and pull on it, choking him. That only made him more pumped up, and while kissing , he grabbed the back of my head, bringing us to the floor with him on top of as he moaned in my mouth.
I dismissed the thought of choking him to death, especially if this was the result I got out of it, and let go of the collar, loosening it as well.
Henry laughed without letting go, and when I finally had enough, I grabbed his hair, forcefully peeling his mouth away from mine.
His face was flushed, his eyes dreamy, but he continued to laugh happily.
"I think I unlocked a new kink."
"Just don’t hang yourself while jerking off; it’s an embarrassnt to die that way." I pushed him off before turning my head to the side to look at the bathroom floor.
It seed clean, so there was no need to feel grossed out. They probably had it cleaned when we left the room, like in a hotel. A vast difference from the prison.
Henry still caught his breath while laughing.
"Only if you hold the rope."
I sat up and pushed his head away.
"Fuck off."
"Get a rope, and I will."
"I’m really gonna strangle you if you don’t shut up, you fucker." I stood up and washed my face; we had to go eat. We had wasted too much ti with the whole bathroom ordeal.
"Let’s make an appointnt for that." Henry continued to laugh.
Had he always been this annoying? I turned the water off, and while Henry was still sitting on the floor, I left the bathroom before leaving our room altogether.
Can’t let myself get caught up in his bullshit. I am already playing too much into his hands regarding this gay play. Though I had enough visions warning , it had also been who condemned my future self for playing with his feelings.
"Kenny, wait!" Henry whined as he ca after and put his arm around my neck. I looked up at him, a grin still on his face, though he made puppy eyes in hopes of getting so pity out of as we walked to the elevator.
The question of whether he had feelings for had long been answered. I warned him that this wouldn’t lead to more than these stolen monts inside bathrooms or changing rooms, but at the sa ti, I was giving in, sotis...a bit more often than sotis even taking the initiative myself.
Ha, what fucked-up scum I am. I am so fucking sick of myself. I really deserve to have my head blown off by that crystalline figure.
We entered the elevator, and Henry ruffled my hair.
"How are you so grumpy, like an old man?"
"How are you so annoying, like a teenage boy?"
"Hmm..." Henry nuzzled his nose against my hair, whispering in my ear with his deep voice,
"I am making up for my teenage years."
His breath gave goosebumps.
"Don’t breathe into old n’s ears." I said after regaining control over myself.
"Why? What will happen if I do?" Henry chuckled, trying to challenge .
"You’ll get your ass beaten." I stared straight at the door, feeling that Henry had turned especially hyperactive. I have no idea if it was because of my blood or the other activity.
"Is that your kink, old man?"
"Probably another one of yours, you brat." I started to laugh at this bullshit exchange.
"It probably really is..." Henry bent down further and smacked my cheek with a very wet kiss just as the elevator door opened.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, thinking we were seen for a mont by soone, but the corridor was empty.
"What the fuck!?" I looked at him in horror and wiped my cheek as we stepped out.
"We’ve done more in riskier situations, like when people were changing clothes near us." He shrugged, unfazed.
"I am not talking to you, you fucker. And that for the next five—" I looked into his puppy eyes and changed what I wanted to say with a long sigh.
"Minutes. Haaa. Leave alone for five minutes."
Henry laughed in victory and actually fell silent, though he didn’t keep his physical distance, as he clung to when we entered the dining room.
Then the arduous ti of Henry showing off his collar began, making regret—oh, so regret—that I gave it to him... or at least that I gave it to him while we were inside a center where nobody wore jewelry... besides him now.
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