"Can't say I've ever been called that before,' he whispers, his mouth barely breaking from the kiss, feeling that smile curve against his own lips. Nipping at his bottom lip, not aiming to hurt with the sensation as Bobo slowly edges back but doesn't release his hold on the bindings.
"I like when you say it though," he admits, using the way he's moving back to change the pressure on the ropes. Mostly testing, watching Bull to see how he responds, what he responds best too. Six months ago, a year, any time in the last century, and Bobo would have taken advantage of a moment like this, used it against someone until they were begging for the kind of mercy only death can bring. Now he's looking for an entirely different sort of sounds, and just what it might take to get Bull there.
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"I like when you say it though," he admits, using the way he's moving back to change the pressure on the ropes. Mostly testing, watching Bull to see how he responds, what he responds best too. Six months ago, a year, any time in the last century, and Bobo would have taken advantage of a moment like this, used it against someone until they were begging for the kind of mercy only death can bring. Now he's looking for an entirely different sort of sounds, and just what it might take to get Bull there.