[KNOX] wheels still turning

[angel monroe carson]

Angel chucked and watched him go. He felt the blood rush back into his arms as he was able to drop them, huffing obediently when he was pinned. The gentle touch over his slightly raw wrist made him a little grateful, though, and he kissed back deeply until he was released. He leaned against the wall for a moment, admiring Knoxville's body.
"Hm." He hummed, and slipped past him to grab a soda from the mini fridge, setting his handcuffs on the table as he went. The room was somewhat cool, and he pulled a loose jacket on as he sat on the bed, not bothering button it, or put anything else on.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox stopped to wash off his chest, being the obnoxious person he was about always being clean. He walked into the bedroom, his hands in his pockets as he sat down at the head of the bed. Something about the boy made him wonder what he sounded like when he wasn't hanging from a rod, when things were going slow and sweet.. He quickly pushed the thought away, knowing next time they were together he wasn't going to be worried about slow or sweet. He was going to be worried about getting him bent over something.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel got up when he came out, and headed back to the bathroom to shower before wrapping his hips in a towel and returning, damp hair clinging to his shoulders and face. He finished his soda and set the can down, surprised how quickly Knox had been ready to get down and dirty. It brought the faintest of smiles to his lips.

[knoxville script holt]

"Maybe I should have gotten you wet." He said with the straightest face he could muster. He looked him over, the droplets wandering down his body. He wanted so bad to go for round two, but he knew he needed to get home to his sister, and he didn't need to be any more attached to the boy.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel rose an euebrow and smirked. "There's always tour," He drawled, fixing his towel. He sprawled on the bed, studying Knoxville quietly.