[ The other man blinks at him a few times, then spins around and grabs Elio by the right upper arm, dragging him with him towards the door and out into the hallway. I'm under arrest, he thinks to himself a bit dazedly, the consultant's grip hard and unyielding, in no way gentle and for some reason, it makes Elio think about sex, fucking up a wall in a public place. He shakes his head, frowns. ]
You're...
[ ... hurting me. It's a whisper more than a whine, but under any circumstances it reminds him of Oliver and him fighting over his cum-filled, thoroughly fucked fruit, Oliver grabbing at him to have it, eat it. Elio stumbles after the consultant, down the hallway, they're not moving in the direction of the crime scene, so he really has no idea where they're going.
Looking up at the other man, his beautiful, strong profile, marked nose and chin, lickable jawline, stubble, Elio tries again, a bit louder for the ones in the back. It's like waking up a whole auditorium, really. He's a good teacher, he knows how. ]
no subject
You're...
[ ... hurting me. It's a whisper more than a whine, but under any circumstances it reminds him of Oliver and him fighting over his cum-filled, thoroughly fucked fruit, Oliver grabbing at him to have it, eat it. Elio stumbles after the consultant, down the hallway, they're not moving in the direction of the crime scene, so he really has no idea where they're going.
Looking up at the other man, his beautiful, strong profile, marked nose and chin, lickable jawline, stubble, Elio tries again, a bit louder for the ones in the back. It's like waking up a whole auditorium, really. He's a good teacher, he knows how. ]
Are you going to tell me what we're doing?