#I'm stalling bc my LnD projects are giving me so much grief

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"Well..." Zayne said, eyes focused on the bunny ears on his head. "This is quite unexpected."

Behind him, Sylus maintained his silence, hand on his chin and a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Rafayel rolled his eyes because these idiots just couldn't take a hint.

"If you were into bunny play, you should've told us from the get-go," Sylus finally spoke up. "It would've saved us all the trouble trying to get you into that cat suit."

"It's because you never asked!" He hissed, eyes darting between them in a scathing glare.

At least Zayne managed to look apologetic.

"I suppose you're right," he said. "Though I must admit that Sylus's words have credence as well."

Rafayel scoffed, his features twisting into a frown.

Sylus had a smirk on as he regarded him with a smug arrogance that was already becoming all-too familiar to Rafayel.

And then, the crow of a man spoke in his low and dark voice: "Now that that's out of the way, I think we're all ready to play."

Zayne hummed in agreement. "Indeed, we have stalled long enough."

Rafayel glared at him but the doctor only chuckled as he snaked an arm around his waist and dammit, now's not the time to be feeling butterflies but Rafayel was a weak man.

He looked away from those eyes as Zayne pulled him toward him.

"You can continue to be upset in bed," Zayne whispered to his ear, making Rafayel's cheeks burn.

He heard an amused chuckle from behind.

Rafayel glanced around to see Sylus watching them in amusement.

"And you often admonish my dear kitten for being impatient, but take a look at yourself now, doctor. See if you're any better."

Zayne didn't acknowledge that but Rafayel clocked in the instantaneous reddening of his ears upon being called out on his behavior.

Rafayel redirected his glare on the other man, and between gritted teeth, he said: "I am not your kitten, sir."

"Right. My bad." But there wasn't any hint of remorse in that face. Just one teasing smirk that Rafayel wanted to punch out of that ridiculously handsome face.

When a strong cruel hand joined Zayne in an act of possession, Rafayel gasped in both trepidation and wretched excitement.

And then his voice dropped an octave lower, almost into a growl as he whispered into Rafayel's ear: "So will you stop making us wait any further than this, little bunny? Starving wolves are not often prone to patience in front of their prey."

He could just be imagining it but Rafayel thought he heard Zayne swallow.

His breath hitched.

And then he told them, with all the pride and dignity he could muster before the inevitable moment of degradation in the sheets of the bed they shared: "You fucking perverts."