So you came here to help me? How sweet of ya. ( Ryder didn't need a towel when he had Bruce's perfectly clean beard within perfect reach. To rile him up a little more, Ryder wiped his hand on Bruce's beard on purpose. )>

// rotting in bed and doing nothing else while I still can

// fighting to keep myself awake yet again

( An amused smile broke the chilling facade, Ryder let out a huff of air through his nose and stepped closer to Bruce. ) Always thinking with your cock, ain't you?>

It’s the weekend baybeeey.

Please kill me, I love you!

// struggling to stay awake

// I found more and it's as if they read our threads @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social

( The sound of the door closing behind Bruce was heard. ) I thought you wanted to stay in the car. ( It was Ryder. How did he get there? He stood there still with his coat's sleeves rolled up to his elbows that were splattered with uneven red stains.>

( Blissfully unaware of Bruce's childlike antics back in the car, Ryder was sorting his freezer. He emptied its contents into another bag and replaced them with the remains from the bag he'd come with.>

I said that.

Husband!! I’m a husband!!

I love my husband.

Anything for you.

Whatever you wanna do is my thing.

That sounds great, honey.

Cozy.

Give me the time and place.

Screw me instead.

// this is actual brainrot Ryderson and I love it Unfortunately I have to go to sleep soon

I wasn't shaming you or anything.

What're you thinking about right now?

Can you stop thinking about my cock for a second?

That's what I said.

Yeah? They do.

What.

Pigs eat meat too.

You're right. Pigs don't wear leashes.

You want me to put a leash on you?

Not literally.

I should keep you on a leash.

( One throwing up later. ) Feeling any better?

Let's go to the bathroom.

Take it like a man.

( Ryder let out an irritated huff at the absence of his keys. He dropped the bag in front of the door and headed for the reception where he coerced a spare key out of the owner.>

That looks like poison.

You are special.

You can stay in the car. ( Was the only thing Ryder had said as he walked by the detective into the building and didn't stop until he'd reached the door to his room. >

You like 'em?

Sweetheart?

Thanks, honey.

Yeah so shut the hell up.

I like your cock more.

Then stop whining.

Want me to get rid of it?

It ain't boring.

You're too big now and I feel intimidated.