Gun is shaking in his arms. “Papii, don’t. Gun is--”
Off nods, his face tucked in the crook of Gun’s shoulder. “Gun is very capable,” Off tells him. He nips at the mark he’d made. “But what if I want Gun just as much?”
“I know Papii wants Gun,” Gun snaps back. He’s hurt, Off can hear it.
“Hey, let me see your face,” Off instructs, and Gun turns away. Off grabs Gun’s chin, seizes his attention. Gun’s eyes are watering.
Gun blinks, turns again, wraps his arms around Off’s neck for leverage so he can start riding him again.