——Sí, cierra los ojos.

Sí lo hace, pero se refiere a que a Karl le gusta verle a él trabajar.

——Tengo algo para ti, viejo. @ironsteed.bsky.social

Le gusta verle trabajar, ¿a que sí? ☺️

Solo suyo y de nadie más.

“Of course I like it! Man, this is amazing!” He let out a chuckle and hurried to hug him, still surprised and excited about the gift.

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Raymond gaped when he saw the motorcycle. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “W-what? For me?” He sketched an incredulous smile and approached in a hurry. “You’re kidding!”

“I love peeking. What are you doing?” He walked towards him to see over his shoulders what he was doing.

“A lot of work, old man?”

He’s looking at him from the threshold of the door, where he was leaning.

Finally. Kisses him.

Then he can love him all he wants today. And tomorrow. And everyday.

Is that a promise?

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ᅠᅠ ᅠ @theorphan.bsky.social and in this 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 of a world , he is my 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ᅠᅠ ᅠ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 is a strong word . ╱ but it's the 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 word .

“What? This is necessary, old man. Wanna help? Put a can over your head and let’s see if I can shoot it or not.”

“I was training.” Ray was holding a gun which he was practicing marksmanship with.

He’s used to the cold, but it’s uncomfortable anyways.

He’s grateful, this place is getting so fucking cold.

He sighs with relief. How warm.

It’s getting colder and he doesn’t have anything more to wear to keep himself warm. Shit.

The snort made him smile, he always managed that — but this time he patted him on the shoulder as a reprimand. He had embarrassed him a little. "I am, but only with those who deserve it. You helped me before, so I'll do the same in return. Idiot."

Ray looked him straight in the eyes. He knew that his comment had made him laugh, but that he was also serious. This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. “I know you are, but we can’t do what we did in that bed and now you expect me not to be worried.”

If he had any doubts that Karl was hiding something from him on the subject, his ruder reaction confirmed it - somehow he seemed to want to put aside what they had talked about. Ray didn't protest, he didn't want to bother him and he loved it when he was so rough. The boy kissed him back, tugging »

He didn’t believe him at all, something like that must have hurt, but he didn’t say anything about it; he knew it was a complicated issue and he didn’t want him to feel worse. “I’ll decide that when I see you, but in the meantime you’re not.” Nor will he be, but he »

He can give him one if he calls him that again.

He’s never called him that. He loves it. Is that what he is? His darling? ( 🤭 ).

He quickly understood why Karl had never told him about it. He tried to imagine what he had just told him, but it was complicated. Could he literally do that? The boy frowned and put his hand on his thigh, his head resting on his chest. “Does it hurt...?”

He just won’t shut up if he’s out there wearing no shirt.

Don’t be an idiot. He wants to know!

He doesn’t know German. What did he say?~

Make me.

What? Is he shy now?

“You’ve never told me about it. What can you do…?” Ray settled on his lap and looked up to him, curious.

ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᴅᴏɴ`ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑 ᅠᅠ ᅠ

The soft caress made him smile, but it didn’t last long on his lips. He really wanted to move on and end that witch, but he feared for Karl’s life and was terrified of him dying. “That bitch is scary,” he whispered, showing his fear. He couldn’t lose him.

Ray let out a nasal sigh and walked over to where the older man was sitting. Once beside him, he sat on his lap. "I could say the same thing to you. I don't want you to die on me now, old man."

“I also have my reasons to be here, you know that.” He also promised him not to let him alone. Ray’s eyes showed sadness and shone through that watery layer that almost looked like tears.

He was a little sad that he said that, as if it was not difficult for him to let go of him. Maybe he wasn’t so important in the end, and Ray understood that his goal of killing Miranda was the most important thing. He also had his to fulfil. “Do you want me to go?”

“I’m sick of this place,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I want to finish what we have to do and fucking leave already.” He was having a rough emotionally day.

“I’m just worried, old man. But it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now.” Ray frowned as he crossed his arms.

“I was thinking about you and… everything that had happened. I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“Do you have a minute?”