[ Gator wipes his tears away, deepens the kiss, and Billy moans softly into his mouth, clutching at him like he's afraid to be let go. He is afraid, isn't he? Afraid to misstep, to either drive Gator away or simply bore him. He'd be so easy to discard, and they both know it. And they both know that Billy can't handle being without him now, too.
He only nods, the first time Gator says it: you're mine. To Billy, it begs the question - but are you mine, too? But then they're kissing again, Gator staring him down, Billy suddenly too afraid to close his eyes. He's afraid to know the answer. There is a hierarchy here: Billy the pet, Gator the master. He doesn't know if he's the only one, or one of many, as disposable as those stupid vape carts Gator never goes without. So he buries the question down, murmurs against his lips: ]
[ brushing more hair from billy's eyes, gator's smile is still broad. he looks into billy's eyes, watching the red-rimmed lids blink at him. he lets out a little mmhm - as if satisfied with his work. he tucks hair behind billy's ear, and he couldn't be happier. he's finally done it - what he's always wanted, to break someone down into complete submission, complete loyalty. just like his father, just like the sheriff, just like his bloodline. tillmans beget tillmans, no matter how mad they go down the line. it twists in gator like a knife, but he stabs it into himself deeper every time he sees billy. he'll bleed out his love for him, but not before he bleeds billy dry first. ]
No more cryin', now. You're my girl.
[ he kisses billy again, and there's no real answer from his end. however, gator does feel committed, but he's not one to say so. his cock is for billy's hole. he knows that they fit, painfully, together. they are made up of the same sickness, the same spread seed of their fathers, their twisted, lingering trauma. this is gator's normal, his conscience always riding backseat. he takes off his cap, tossing it to the side, before he leans up to kiss billy with all he has, mouth open. ]
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He only nods, the first time Gator says it: you're mine. To Billy, it begs the question - but are you mine, too? But then they're kissing again, Gator staring him down, Billy suddenly too afraid to close his eyes. He's afraid to know the answer. There is a hierarchy here: Billy the pet, Gator the master. He doesn't know if he's the only one, or one of many, as disposable as those stupid vape carts Gator never goes without. So he buries the question down, murmurs against his lips: ]
I'm yours. All yours.
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[ brushing more hair from billy's eyes, gator's smile is still broad. he looks into billy's eyes, watching the red-rimmed lids blink at him. he lets out a little mmhm - as if satisfied with his work. he tucks hair behind billy's ear, and he couldn't be happier. he's finally done it - what he's always wanted, to break someone down into complete submission, complete loyalty. just like his father, just like the sheriff, just like his bloodline. tillmans beget tillmans, no matter how mad they go down the line. it twists in gator like a knife, but he stabs it into himself deeper every time he sees billy. he'll bleed out his love for him, but not before he bleeds billy dry first. ]
No more cryin', now. You're my girl.
[ he kisses billy again, and there's no real answer from his end. however, gator does feel committed, but he's not one to say so. his cock is for billy's hole. he knows that they fit, painfully, together. they are made up of the same sickness, the same spread seed of their fathers, their twisted, lingering trauma. this is gator's normal, his conscience always riding backseat. he takes off his cap, tossing it to the side, before he leans up to kiss billy with all he has, mouth open. ]