Who: Adonis and College Where: College's dorm When: Sunday night Warnings: Adonis and College? TBD
The bruises remained. As a mark of what he had done to betray his lover, as a mark of what College had done to betray him. And as Adonis looked in the mirror hanging over his sink, he realized he liked the bruises far more than he was willing to admit. Perfect imprints of College's hands splayed across his neck and one side of his jaw was purple and Adonis released a little sigh, half-disappointed, half-wistful. Even with the bruises, he knew he had to see his lover again, knew he had to try to make up for what he had done, knew he had to see if he had the courage to ask College why, why he had felt the need to hurt him, why it needed to be so rough, how, how, how someone who said he loved Adonis could, would hurt him so much.
So he dressed slowly, fed his over-aggressive boarhound and left, shooting a text off to College while he was in the cab, leaning his forehead against the glass with a light sigh. He loved College, he really did. He needed College, needed him for his freedom. But this was... it was abuse and not the safe, consensual kind they usually enjoyed in bed. It was rough and savage and Adonis sighed again, stroking his cheek lightly with trembling fingertips. Finally, he made it to the campus, headed up to College's floor and paused in front of the door for a long moment.
Adonis knew that he didn't need to knock anymore but part of him was afraid to anger College, a large part of him, so he raised his hand, knocking slowly and tentatively on his lover's door.