"Uh-huh." No, Victor wasn't convinced, but - knowing Roman - he was quite impressed at his self-discipline. Usually he didn't exhibit that much of it. "Of course they mean nothing. So why bother with them?"
Not that he minded Roman having others. He wasn't really the type for jealousy. However, possessiveness? That could be fun. That knowledge that he could do this, when he wanted to. When he wanted to play.
"I'm not your boss. Falcone is. Don't-- Don't dick with me. I know the game and it's not gonna get to me." Roman had to take a stand, he had to defend himself and keep himself from falling from Zsasz every time he came in and got all kinky, called him boss and -- God damn it. He had to cross his legs to try and hide his boner.
Why was it that easy?! Every damn time.
"I bother with them cause you don't bother with me." He had to settle for lesser fucks cause Victor was Falcone's pet instead. "You're cruel to me, Zsaszy."
"You know I don't do this with the Don." At least he sincerely hoped he knew that. Although the idea of Falcone's face when being presented with the concept was admittedly hilarious. "This isn't business. This is just us. I am what I am, but we've dealt with that for today. I'm still who I am too. And I chose to come and see you. I choose to stay longer now."
He had to smile a little. "You're cruel to yourself, Roman. You'll not sleep well tonight if you keep resisting."
"Yeah, well...." He ran out of points to make and after a few moments of awkward stalling, he was too climbing onto the desk to make out with Victor, desperately trying to touch every inch of him, his resolve crumbling so easily under Victor and his steady gaze. It was impossible to win against someone so cool and collect.
In the end, the only loser would be him and they both knew it. He hated how it felt, he hated being the more needy one but he knew what he wanted to get from him.
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Not that he minded Roman having others. He wasn't really the type for jealousy. However, possessiveness? That could be fun. That knowledge that he could do this, when he wanted to. When he wanted to play.
"How do you want me, boss?"
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Why was it that easy?! Every damn time.
"I bother with them cause you don't bother with me." He had to settle for lesser fucks cause Victor was Falcone's pet instead. "You're cruel to me, Zsaszy."
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He had to smile a little. "You're cruel to yourself, Roman. You'll not sleep well tonight if you keep resisting."
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In the end, the only loser would be him and they both knew it. He hated how it felt, he hated being the more needy one but he knew what he wanted to get from him.