So It's Sunday. - Blog Posts

This wasn't on his bingo card for this week.

After a heated discussion, he had him pinned to the wall-- And they're making out now.

Yeah, this might as well happen. Archie smirks upon the bite, copper taste filling his mouth upon licking the mark.

"...Heh." He pulls Guzma back into the kiss, trying to return the favour of the bitemark, before pulling away briefly. "Nah, fuck you."

Hands press against his throat still, claws digging into skin.

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a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

Despite everything, Guzma kept showing up in Archie's room. Call it an attempt of showing off his. Who the fuck knows-- alpha-ness? Remind Archie who's the boss, when all he did was teasing and occasionally get a little too touchy with Plumeria? Fuck's sake-- existing? Who knows. What Guzma knows - both of them, really - is that it was just a matter of time before one of them pushed the other a little too much.

Today it was his turn. A tease too many, he leaned a little too close, and the former Aqua reacted accordingly. Archie's hand found his throat, his own the other's wrist and shirt as they stumbled for a few seconds in a sorry excuse of a wrestling match, one that leads to him falling on the bed and be pressed against the wall (with the hole caused by his punch), and--

--and they're kissing now.

Well, Archie is kissing him, but it doesn't take much for him to return it, groaning as the other's thumb presses against his throat, opening his lips to catch one of Archie's and biting on it to break contact.

"…fuck you."