Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Trick was indeed a jerk. A big one, sometimes. But to call him a heartbreaker wasn't right. He had never had a girlfriend -or boyfriend for that matter-, ever. He had pushed most that cared about him out of his life and there had been no time for romance of any sort. He hadn't even stoop so low as to fake affection to get what he wanted. He knew he could, but that would require actual contact with someone, something he really couldn't deal with- not even for the show. Fake friendship; bring it on, but romance? Hmm, perhaps it was time to use his charms as well. Maybe Kunkun would even get the hots for him, he thought with a smirk.

Why not just go all the way with something like, uhm, I don't know, Hotguy. He joked. It's a lot more specific, let me tell you that. He followed. He laughed again, a low, rich voice filling the cave. He couldn't care less if he woke the others now, they were all going to die anyway! They could sleep when they were dead. Sure can, Bobby. He teased.

Absolutely nobody. He hummed, clearly being sarcastic but not in a mean way. Perfection. He made a kissing noise with his mouth like a Frenchman would do. The other's touches were intensifying, going slowly down his back. I'm cold, boo. Was the only thing he could mutter. He wasn't going to be specific, that wasn't his style.