#too many Rufus jumping on Lass thread LOL))

[silverxblade]

((Continuation from here: @themysteriousbountyhunter))

[ Lass ]

Who would have known that.. One day, the infamous cold and stoic Bounty Hunter, Rufus Wilde, was actually dying for some love and attention? Can’t really blame him; if Lass were to have and develop a serious relationship with his elder brother, the Striker should have known from the very beginning that.. Rufus is actually attention-seeking. Some would say, he was lovesick, a lovesick . Some would say, he demands to be showered in affection twenty four seven. That, he cannot deny. It was a fact that had become as natural as breathing air; Rufus Wilde is demanding, attention-seeking, lovesick, affectionate, possessive.. Lass should have known it already; a reason why he shouldn’t be complaining and bitching about his elder brother undressing him.

Keeping a straight lace face whilst being unexpectedly shameless. “Get undress, Lass.” The Arbiter refused to back off, hands that encircled around Lass’ slim waist and rested over the flat stomach would refuse to let go as Rufus grew bold, unzipping the top. “I don’t care if you are busy, I need you.” Tonight, whatever may lie ahead, he doesn’t care. He just knows that, tonight, he feels the urgency to assert his claim over his only mate.  

「 Rufus 」

                     “........No.” Flat out answer. Hell no, they are going to go at this in broad daylight! Wait... it’s night already? Well, damn, time flies. Sighing. Rufus.... really.... Attention demanding fine, needing cuddles and kisses, those he can give and do. Pampering his mate and elder brother and catering his needs, Lass Isolet can compromise. BUT. For Aernas’ sake, this was a bit too much! The Master Assassin had forgo his Guild and ignored them for a few weeks already, enough was enough. The mountain was going to be never ending at this rate.

                   “Rufus.....” The cat is whining now. “Dammit, Rufus, can’t you... spare me for one day?!” They already doing it every day, every nights, every opportunity the Arbiter can jump his poor bones. It wasn’t even funny anymore. There won’t be a mate left for Rufus Wilde, if Lass fled and never coming back. He’d never known into becoming fear of sex. Especially Rufus giving doing it like rabbits to a new definition. The Striker wasn’t sure how much more he can take, before booting his elder brother right out of his Guild. Imagine the horror of his members snickering at their limping leader.... it was mortifying.  

                     “I’m tired and I still have work to catch up to.” The moment the usually workaholic is failing his due dates left and right, thanks to having a mate... the wife have been bound back by the husband and being stuck home. That’s exactly what Lass felt.