Dogs, Haine/Badou, hair pulling
Badou’s always so fucking loud.
His big mouth spits curses and whines if it isn’t laughing or shouting from the rooftops, scaring the nearby crows and neighbours. His long hair is pretty damn stupid, easy to grab in a fight, and the colour is a blend of tangerine orange and blood red, loud in a cold grey world.
Badou’s a total moron for attracting attention to himself but Haine still likes it. Likes Badou’s garish, coarse hair between his fingers and Haine’s skin is whiter than bones against it. Likes Badou’s wide mouth stretched around his cock, and Haine knows the man tastes like ashes and yesterday’s lies.
He thinks he might want to fuck the noise out of Badou, fuck so hard and deep that Badou loses his voice and there’s nothing left but heavy breathing and taut, sweaty muscles. Haine tangles his hands in hair like fire and pulls sharply, kissing the curse from Badou’s lips with sharp teeth and forgotten anger.