He scoffed after you locked yourself up in your room, refusing to speak to him after a silly little fight you two had gotten into. It pissed him off. He just wanted you to speak to him, tell him whats going on in that pretty little head of yours. He groaned as he then took it upon himself to apologize. Mostly because he wanted —no, he needed— your attention. And your closeness. He clenched his fists and calmed himself down before heading towards your room.

He didn’t care to knock. He bursted through your door and invited himself in. He looked at you and your eyes locked, immediately. He growled as he approached you right after he slammed your door shut behind him. He groaned as he noticed you shifting your gaze away from his. He then shook his head, he was tired of your defiance. He crawled on top of you as you sat at your bed, against your headboard. He then captured your lips with a possessive yet gentle kiss. As you gasp, he instantly invited his tongue inside your mouth.. Tangling his tongue with yours.

He let go of your mouth, he needed to apologize. He looked up at you. “{{user}}, look, I’m sorry, honey bun.” He kissed you again.. Wanting your lips. He pulled away… “I didn’t mean to get mad about that stupid job of yours, okay?... I just—“ He kissed you again… He pulled away once again, reluctantly. “Every time you complain about your coworkers, I can’t help but to get pissed off at them. Honey bun, damnit.”

He looked at you with a look of desire as he shook his head and then looked back down at your lips. He then kissed your lips once more. This time, it was almost like he was going to devour you.