[KNOX] wheels still turning

[knoxville script holt]

"Me too." He said with a smirk. Although he couldn't help thinking that waking up to this face might be nice too. He drew in a breath at the touch of his tongue, his hand slipping up just past the hem of his skirt. "And what if I told you I wanted you at the hotel on the corner by six in room 313 without these tights?" He asked with a straight face.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel squirmed against him tauntingly. At the words, he searched his face for any sign of a joke. And a moment later, he grinned a daring grin. "That could be arranged." A finger trailed down his neck and chest, stopping at his jeans with a flick to the button. "Believe me, no tights is no problem." A wink. He reached behind him, guiding Knox's hand up further. And then he spun away with a laugh. "Be expecting me," He murmured in his ear, and strode out the door, climbing onto the motorcycle parked there, pulling his hair back as he went.

[knoxville script holt]

"Good. Because the only thing I want between you and me is my zipper." He retorted, squeezing high on his thigh. "Oh, I will." He said with a smirk, leaning back in his seat. He reached for his malt, taking a long drink out of it as he looked out the window.

But like he'd said, at six fifteen, he was picking the lock on the room door, expecting Angel to be on the other side. He didn't believe in knocking, or being on time. But he did expect him to be there on the bed as he opened the door.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel was lying on his stomach across the breath, feet in the air near the pillows. He was wearing next to nothing, his bleached hair framing his face in loose waves as he smoked a cigarette that was nearly done, playing with a pair of handcuffs absently, the key lying on the nightstand stable behind him. He glanced up as the door opened, and a smirk passed his lips.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox just smirked, closing the door and locking it before he walked over, climbing on top of him despite the boy being on his stomach. He gently ran his fingers through his hair, kissing his neck slowly as he threw a leg over him. Then he twisted his hair around his fingers and pulled, forcing his head back. "I hope you remember my name.." He breathed.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel dropped the burnt out cigarette stub as Knoxville climbed on top of him. The handcuffs hi the floor as well and he grunted as he head was yanked back by the hair. A coy laugh bubbled past his lips. "Of course I do..how does one forget a face and name like yours?" He was pretty much pinned, he knew. But it didn't stop his taunting and flirt words as they left his lips.

[knoxville script holt]

"You'd be surprised.." He said quietly, kissing his neck slowly. He sucked it gently, his hands running slowly up his sides. He leaned over, picking the handcuffs up off the floor and putting one of them on Angel's wrist. He carefully climbed off of him, discarding his shirt on the floor before he tugged on the other end of the handcuff, leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth, then his lips. "Get up." He said, tugging on the handcuff again before he pulled him to the bathroom, pulling his hands up over his head. He handcuffed him over the shower rod, pressing him to the wall as he kissed him deeply, his hands wandering up his thighs.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel huffed, pulling himself up off the bed and following him after the brief kiss had been broken. It wasn't like he had a choice. And quite frankly, he didn't want one. The arms pinned up over a shower rod however, that was new. Not being able to use his hands, resist anything. He smiled briefly, and then he was kissing back, groaning into his mouth at the touches up his legs. He leaned forward hungrily since he couldn't pull Knox closer.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox pulled away with a smirk on his face, his hands wandering up higher. He reached down, undoing his button and zipper before he pressed up against the boy again, his hands tracing up his sides. He drew him in for a deep kiss, rocking his hips slowly against him.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel whimpered, then moaned softly against his lips as he began to grind up against him. Briefly gripping the rod, he swung his legs up around Knoxville's, kissing him deeper than had been.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox was determined to be the one in charge here, to show the boy just how good he really was. This wasn't his first rodeo by any means. He carefully slipped his arms under the boy's legs, hooking the backs of his knees over his elbows before his hands hit the wall and he pinned the boy with his shoulders, kissing him deeper than before.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel grunted. But he'd never been one to take control despite his flirty and daring manners. His lips parted for the guy, thinking just how interesting a trip this was going to be. He was pinned, and handcuffed to a rod with no escape, though the way his wrists were, the metal was biting faintly against his skin. It was only more of a calling of who was in charge though. He kissed back breathlessly, finding himself more turned on as the minutes passed. This giy wasn't one to show mercy like most. Wasn't worried about hurting him. And for that, Angel was glad.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox slowly rocked his hips, a million things running through his mind about the boy. But the one that seemed to stick was how good was he? Most people were all bark and no bite. He carefully let go of one of his legs to tug his jeans down a little lower, kissing over his jaw slowly so he could hear his moans before he pinned his knee again.

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"Mm.." Knox smirked, running his hands slowly over the boy's sides. He kissed him slowly before he pulled away, but there was no feeling of attachment there. "I could get used to this."

[angel monroe carson]

Angel groaned softly, squirming a bit playfully as Knox let one of his legs go. But when he returned, Angel couldn't w
Swallow back his begging whimper. Nails would have been in Knoxville's back had he not been handcuffed to the shower rod.

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Angel's throat was somewhat sore, and he wouldn't be surprised if, between the two of them, someone had heard and called the cops. He met the kiss hungrily, then smiled coyly as Knoxville backed off. "Hm..I'd gladly take more from you," He teased, still cuffed to the rod, legs trembling faintly from having been pinned the way they had. He wouldn't have had it any different, though.
But even if no more came, he would be satisfied just teasing the guy on tour. He was used to one night stands, or being rejected all together.
He was used to no respect as well though, at being laughed at and used as nothing more than a joke. It was a reason he shied away from a relationship or love. A reason he became vulnerable when offered a drink or drug. Because he would take it. Because he knew that, the person with his heart would have an even greater power to hurt him with.
He stared at Knox, his breaths finally slowing again, and smirked.

[knoxville script holt]

"I'll be sure to hold you to that." He said with a smirk. He made his way out of the bathroom, coming back a moment later with his pants half fixed and the key in his hand. He uncuffed one of his hands, pinning him to the wall with his hips before he gently undid the cuff from the other wrist. He reached up, tipping the boy's chin back to kiss him slowly. Where everyone else was probably thinking he was nothing but a freak, Knox found himself fond of the boy just for that reason. That and he managed to make Knox nearly scream cuffed to a rod. He might never actually feel anything for the boy, but he would certainly come back to him simply for the sex.