[ 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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[ 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. ]