In a practiced gesture he pulled, all claws and shattered spine. Dark locks pressed against a headboard that had been spackled against the wall in vain, an exercise in futility against the rhythmic, antagonistic passions of those with poorly-kept secrets. With Liam atop -- between his thighs -- he pressed just above his heart -- a ceasefire, a narrow parting.
"J--" A pause, a glance above. There was feigned consideration, shallow pants, and with an arch upward and a head bowed back he begged -- oh,begged with those dagger nails and corpsebones.