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It's nothing, really. Just a harmless little joke – no big deal. No reason to be mad or anything...
At least, that's what Kayn tells Yone later when he's been dragged to the firing squad, because someone can't take a joke and went crying to mom about it.
“You know Ezreal is image conscious, Kayn,” Yone sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose as Ezreal pouts behind him on the couch. “Just because it isn't a big deal to you doesn't mean it's not a big deal to him.”
Kayn mentally files that away to use the next time someone tells him doing all the dishes isn't a big deal.
“Oh come on, how was I supposed to know the little brat would cry?” he scoffs, ignoring the squirming feeling that's a little bit too close to guilt for his taste. He has no reason to feel guilty, Ez is just a wuss. “He's done worse shit to me-”
“Not on live stream!” the brat in question protests, scowling through his splotchiness. “I wouldn't care if it hadn't been in front of several hundred thousand of my followers-”
“Well maybe you shouldn't be glued to your phone all the time, you little narcissist-”
“ Wha- I do this for our publicity!”
“Could've fooled m-” Kayn sneers, or attempts to at least. It's difficult to sneer when Yone clamps a hand over his mouth. “Mffrrpphh fff-”
“Kayn.”
Yone frowns down at him, about as disappointed as Kayn has ever seen him – and it doesn't feel great.
Neither does the uncoiling feeling in the back of his head as Rhaast perks up at the commotion.
Oooh, looks like you've upset Mother.
“ Mrrh hp Rmmmp”
And here I was beginning to think they'd housebroken you.
Kayn scowls fiercely, licking across Yone's palm but only earning a raised eyebrow for his troubles.
“Did you think that was going to get you anywhere?” he asks, long fingers digging into the hollows behind Kayn's jaw ever so gently, “You forget I'm the older brother... Yasuo was a biter.”
Ezreal hiccups out a snicker from his place on the couch, and Kayn considers the merits of becoming a biter himself.
Sink your teeth in and shake until his stuffing comes loose, Rhaast coos as he admires the pink of Ezreal's nose. He'd look cute with a few stitches ripped loose.
While he doesn't disagree, it doesn't usually end well when he and Rhaast are on the same page about something, and the realization is enough to make Kayn sag in Yone's grip with a roll of his eyes.
“Mfff.”
The hand comes away, moving up to pat Kayn's hair and smear his own spit there as Yone smiles down at him. “There, was that so hard?”
Kayn bites back the instinct to tell him to fuck off – scowling at the floor and crossing his arms instead.
“Whatever.”
“Now you can apologize and you two can make up-”
Time to grovel, mutt.
Kayn feels his jaw tic and works it loose, still scowling at the floor as he grunts out a petulant, “Sorry I pantsed you on your live stream.”
Yone pats him again, smiling down at him before looking over to the awful gremlin on the couch.
“Ezreal?”
Ez huffs, crossing his own arms with a pout.
“I don't forgive you-”
“What!” Kayn scoffs, throwing an arm out to Yone, “Yone, he-”
“- yet,” Ezreal continues, nose stuck way into the air, because he's the worst.
“Ezreal...” Yone sighs, hand moving from Kayn's hair back to rub at his own forehead.
“I want reparations.”
Oh, this'll be good...
“Fuck no.”
“Then I don't accept your apology.”
The little brat has the audacity to stick out his tongue, face wrinkled up in the stupidest, ugliest little sneer Kayn has ever seen. He wants to grab his face and squeeze until Ezreal's idiot little head pops like a zit.
Sure, that's what you want to do to him.
“Yone!”
“Boys.” Yone's tone is stern as he flattens them both with a disappointed look. “Ezreal, I can't tell you how to feel, but-”
“Then don't try,” Ez sniffs, cutting him off with a dismissive little wave that makes Yone's eye twitch. “He wants to be forgiven? Then he can make it up to me. Fair is fair.”
“You know what?” Kayn shrugs, raising his hands in surrender. He knows when to make a strategic retreat when it's good for him. “Fine. Whatever the little prince wants.”
Two sets of eyes turn to him – one shocked and the other filling with a level of glee that promises nothing but trouble.
“That's... awfully mature of you, Kayn.” Yone pats him on the head again, a proud little smile on his face – which almost makes up for the fact that Ez is morphing into the Grinch across the living room.
“One of us has to be the bigger person, right?” Kayn snipes, casting a dismissive glance at Ezreal. “Ez isn't tall enough for it anyway.”
“Hey, fuck you!” Ezreal squawks, clambering to stand on the couch cushion and shake a finger at them. “Just for that I'm going to come up with something awful. ”
“Can't be as awful as your face-”
Yone sighs, drags a hand across his eyes, and leaves them to it.
Tick...tock...tick...tock...
“Will you shut up?” Kayn growls, smacking the heel of his palm against his temple. “You're so fucking annoying-”
Just counting down to your inevitable demise.
“Talking to yourself again?” Ezreal simpers as he slides into the kitchen, wobbling as his socked feet hit the tiles at an angle. “Not that you're wrong, you are fucking annoying-”
Right on time-
“You'd know all about annoying,” Kayn grunts, turning back to the cup of coffee he's been nursing, not quite ready to face the day and its inevitable bullshit.
“Ah aaah, don't forget Kayn-” the little rat shuffles closer, draping himself across Kayn's shoulder and almost knocking him off the stool, “you have to be nice to me.”
“Never agreed to that -”
“Did so.”
“Nuh-uh, I agreed to... uh...”
“Whatever I want!” Ezreal grins at him, his face smushed far too close. “And I want you to be nice to me for a whole week.”
Kayn can't help but squint at him – partly because he's so close that he has to go cross-eyed to see him properly, and partly because that doesn't sound too bad.
“Okay?”
That stupid grin gets even wider and closer before Ez bonks their heads together lightly, then pulls away and hops up on the stool next to him.
“Make me breakfast!”
Kayn blinks at him, all imperious commands and a smile like butter wouldn't melt on his tongue... little idiot. The knee-jerk denial is on the tip of his tongue, but... he literally just agreed.
Simp.
Grumbling, he heaves himself off the stool and shuffles over to the fridge. At least he hadn't made himself any food yet either – really this is a two for one job.
“What do you want.”
“Mmmm... crepes! With berries! And a cappuccino... aaaaand... hmm... eggs and bacon-”
He doesn't even eat eggs. Kayn knows he doesn't eat eggs. He makes horrible faces every time someone tries to feed him eggs.
He gets the carton out anyway.
Twenty minutes of suffering later, two picture perfect plates – 'insta worthy' as demanded – and a stupid-ass cappuccino that took way too long to get their machine to work properly.
Ezreal doesn't even eat the eggs, just pushes them around his plate after uploading the pictures to whatever godforsaken social media he's on these days, but that's fine because Kayn anticipated this.
“I'll eat them if you're not gonna,” he grunts, nonchalant as can be as he eats his own crepes (terrible ones, because they taste the same no matter how messy they are, and he isn't the one who's gonna stick them all over the internet.)
“Mnnnn.” More fork pushing. Whatever, he can wait.
Finally the little brat gives in and finishes everything else, patting his gut as he sighs-
-and then hops off his stool and scrapes the eggs right into Ernest's bowl.
Ha!
Kayn feels his jaw drop in disbelief as Ezreal saunters back over to the stool next to his without a care.
“Seriously?!”
“What?” Ezreal blinks at him, all evil lying doe eyes. “Oh, did you want those?” His smile grows impish. “Well, you can always fight Ernest for them.”
This motherfucker.
Go on, mutt – we both know you're not too good for the floor.
He takes a deep inhale through his nose and counts to ten, feeling his eyelid twitch when he hears Ernest's happy tippy-tapping nails on the kitchen tile. The excited schlorping from the bowl would make him smile on any other day.
Heels thunk into his lap before he even makes it to eight, narrowly missing his dick.
“Oh, and I want a foot rub.”
He sees the notifications later, having successfully managed to not murder the little brat, when he crawls back to his room and checks his phone.
RealEZ: lol new chef & masseuse
And, of course, a series of pictures of Kayn's lovely morning: Sneering at the stove in Sett's stupid frilly apron. Scowling with his attention on Ezreal's toes. Red eye narrowed at Ernest eating his eggs.
At least he got your good side.
Six more days to go.
The sucker punch is more disorienting than painful, probably.
That's because your head is full of cement.
But still . It's the indignity that hurts the worst.
“Oooh that's a good one!” Sett hoots from the sideline of the ring, leaning over Phel's shoulder to see the camera. “You've got spit flying and everything in the slow-mo – look at that cheek ripple action!”
“Great,” Kayn grunts out, working his jaw to the side with a scowl. “So we won't have to do another take then?”
“Mmmm, weeeeeelll-” Ezreal drawls as he skips over to check out the footage. “Maaaaaybe.”
At least he'd had a boxing glove on, and Yone had insisted on mouth guards for this particular stupid stunt.
Phel murmurs something to Ezreal as he approaches, too quiet to hear from the center of the ring, but the glint in his eye tells Kayn he's not going to like it.
Maybe they're planning to castrate you, make you a good little mutt like the other one.
Kayn's pretty sure that goes beyond the bounds of being nice.
“Oooh good idea!” Ez chirps and bounces back to Kayn, holding his little noodle arms in a fighting position so ridiculous it makes Kayn want to punch himself in the face to escape this torment. “Okay, so now one in the gut! You've gotta really double over to sell it though.”
Kayn snorts at him and raises his own gloves, flexing his abs in preparation for Ezreal's pathetic jabs. “Sorry princess, but I don't think anyone is going to believe you actually kicked my a- oougggpphh- ”
“Ha-HA!”
Another thwack right down on his back, and then the weight of Ezreal's entire body as he flings himself onto Kayn in a flailing hurricane of limbs – clearly against the rules of boxing – and takes them both down to the mat in a heap.
“I did it!” There's an elbow in his spine and obnoxious laughter in his ears. “Phel, did you get that?”
Kayn rolls his head enough to see Aphelios giving them a thumbs up.
“Pit fighter popstar!” Sett hollers, thumping his chest with a fist, “Look at my protege go!”
Kayn lets his head thunk back down onto the mat, knowing full well he's never going to live this one down – regardless that it's mostly staged.
Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.
It gets even more views than the apron post – spawning supercuts of Kayn's rippling cheek and ugly wheezing. At this point he's pretty sure they're more than even for showing the world three seconds of Ezreal's underpants.
Too bad it's apparently not his call to make.
After the 'boxing' debacle, Yone declares a moratorium on physical injury – because he's good like that – but it still doesn’t stop the little monster from running Kayn around like he’s his own personal maid.
Can’t reach the top shelf? Why drag a chair over when Kayn can be summoned from across the damn house. Want a self care day? Apparently Kayn is the go-to guy to slice cucumbers and slather on fancy face masks and clip hair back with little barrettes.
He’d almost drawn the line at holding Ezreal’s straw for him for twenty minutes as he sipped ice tea and scrolled on his phone, but the little rat had made such a fuss about being owed Kayn’s groveling that he’d given up and spent the time with fantasies of poking him in the eye with it instead.
Yesterday he’d painted toenails, scrubbed a toilet after chili night, and arranged all of Ezreal’s stupid stuffed animals by color and then by alphabetical order by name - and he’s going to die on the hill that ‘pTerry’ does not, in fact, have that silent p in his name.
It’s been a long fucking week, and it’s still not over. Every time his phone buzzes he flinches like he’s been shocked, filled with anticipatory annoyance of what dumbass task he has to go do now - and when he’d bitched about it to Ez, the brat had claimed that he’s the real victim because his mentions are full of screencaps of his underwear.
Which… okay, yeah, fine.
It was still funny, but maybe Kayn can admit that it was probably not his best idea… because he didn’t think other people were going to get to save it, and that kind of picture should only be in his spank bank, not some rando’s.
And now they’re both suffering. Except Kayn is suffering more, because he’s just gotten what must be his nine millionth request of the day - an ominous ‘ Hey can you cmere for a sec?’
No. He can’t. He’s broken both his legs, or died, or something.
Ugh.
Ezreal opens the door just a few seconds after Kayn knocks, actually looking sheepish this time, so maybe he’s growing a heart.
“Okay so! You can totally say no to this one-” he starts with a nervous flutter of his hands, which makes Kayn feel even more suspicious about the nature of whatever this request is going to be “-usually I get like takeout and cry or something, but uh… that never really feels great, and I thought maybe I’d try something new this year since I’m living with people now and they say that you’re supposed to like, well… yeah, so um-”
Once Ezreal winds himself up it’s almost impossible to get him out of a weird idiot spiral, and Kayn really doesn’t want to deal with that.
“ Oy- ” he snaps twice in front of Ezreal’s face, starting him out of his ramble “Spit it out, princess. What do you want?”
A moment of sputtering before Ez deflates, leaving him slumped and tired looking where he looks up at Kayn.
“Can you… hang out with me?”
“...that’s it?”
A nod - but like, a lying one. The kind of nod that Ezreal gives someone when he doesn’t want to be too much - a nice practiced thing.
“Try again, idiot. What do you really want?”
This time that little ratface screws up into something more honest before Ezreal puffs his cheeks and blows out a breath.
“So, you know how my parents are… uh… gone?” He fidgets, looking from his feet to Kayn and back again before shrugging when Kayn nods. “Well, today was the day they left, like… seventeen years ago? And… I guess I don’t really wanna be alone. Kinda pathetic, right?”
His awful attempt at a laugh is the worst thing Kayn has ever heard.
“Fucking hell, Ez…” Kayn drags a hand through his hair and pulls out his phone, pulling up the group chat. “You’re so dumb sometimes, you know that?”
Ez wilts even further, like a useless little tulip.
“Stop that.”
“Sorry-”
“Shut up and bring your pillows down to the living room, we’re having a movie night.”
“We are?” Ezreal perks up, eyes shining like Kayn has done a hell of a lot more than messaging the group chat to get their asses down to the living room with popcorn and cocoa for a marathon of the awful cheesy romcoms Ezreal loves. “Kayn…”
“Don’t look at me like that.” Kayn rolls his eyes and turns back to his own room to grab his own blankets and a box of tissues - because Ezreal is a snotty crier and it’s gonna be on his shoulder if he doesn’t stock up. “Idiot.”
At least Ezreal probably won’t ask him for anything else if he’s occupied with a movie.
Unfortunately the little brat is back to his plans to creatively torment and humiliate Kayn by the next day.
“C'mon they're not even that bad,” he wheedles, pouting hard from where he's practically sitting in Kayn's lap. “They're cute even! I could've gone for glittery ones and I didn't! And they match your hair!”
“Gee, that's reassuring,” Kayn grumbles, eyes rolling as Ezreal reaches up to adjust the bright fuchsia puppy ear headband nestled in his hair. “Totally makes me feel better about the impending shitstorm you're cooking up.”
“You're always such a downer,” Ezreal huffs, thumping his weight onto Kayn's thighs as he drapes his arms around his shoulders. “Why can't you just enjoy it for once?”
Yeah, mutt, roll over and show your belly.
Kayn musters up the flattest look he can manage with the brat sprawled all over him.
“I dunno Ez, maybe it's the whole 'several days of bullshit' thing you've got going on here... I'm pretty sure the punishment doesn't fit the crime.”
“You pantsed me live,” Ezreal reminds him, unwinding one arm to tap Kayn on the tip of his nose. “And I wasn't even wearing cute underwear.”
“Oh please, yes you were. You don't even own uncute underwear.”
Kayn would know, he's seen most of them on the little brat or on his own bedroom floor.
“Okay true, but!” Ez taps his nose again, harder this time. “They were clearly my 'Wednesday' days of the week underwear, and it was Friday!”
Kayn goes cross-eyed scowling at his fingertip – weighing the pros and cons of biting it and probably adding another day to his torment. “So?”
“So!” Ez squawks, pulling back to jam his hands onto his hips. “People probably thought I was wearing them for the third day in a row!”
“Or, yanno, that you just wear whatever underwear you want like any sane person would-”
Who even wears underwear?
That too.
“And!” Ezreal continues, like Kayn wasn't making excellent points, “They're going to think I don't wash my butt!”
Kayn leers at him, reaching to cup handfuls of the butt in question. “I'm willing to personally investigate those claims and defend its honor.”
“Of course you are.” Ezreal rolls his eyes but doesn't pull away. “That was probably your plan all along.”
“As if I had a plan beyond wanting to see your ass,” Kayn scoffs, giving it another squeeze. Truth be told, he didn't even realize Ezreal was live – he probably wouldn't have done it if he'd known, it's not like he wants other people to get to see this cute little peach.
“Well, I have a plan.”
Oh I like the sound of that.
Kayn can't agree – especially when it involves Ezreal wiggling out of his lap and digging around in the plastic bag the ears had been in. Doubly especially when the plan jingles in time with Ezreal's evil little giggles.
“Ta-da!”
… no fucking way.
Oh... oh yes.
“No shot.” He crosses his arms and scowls hard – briefly considers ripping off the stupid ears that are probably ruining his intimidation factor. “I'm not wearing that.”
“Awww, c'moooon, please?” Ezreal turns the full force of his pout on Kayn as he skips back over with the pink collar in hand. “You're already wearing one – it's not like it's any different to replace it for a little bit-”
“No.”
“But I got it engraved!”
The awful thing in questions gets shoved into his face – close enough for him to read the jingling silver heart.
Property of Ezreal <3
Awww, how sweet.
“Absolutely not.”
“You promised!”
“To be nice , not-”
“This is being nice to me!” The little rat looks about two seconds away from stomping his foot as he jingles the collar at Kayn. “Don't you want me to be happy?”
Kayn is about two seconds away from biting him, and then neither of them will be happy.
Never beating the mutt accusations.
He bares his teeth at Rhaast's snickered commentary and drags a hand through his hair – or tries to, since he hits the stupid fucking ears halfway.
“ Fine ... but you're not putting pictures on the internet!”
“Deal!” Ezreal is back bullying his way into Kayn's lap in a flash, fixing his ears and making short work of the current belted necklace with nimble fingers – giggling to himself the whole time.
Kayn doesn't resist the growl of annoyance as it falls away and the new one gets buckled into its place, taking out his frustrations where he kneads at Ezreal's hips.
“You're such a brat,” he complains halfheartedly as Ezreal pulls the charm to the center of his throat with a happy little hum. “Why do I put up with you?”
Because you're a simp.
“Because you'd be lost without me.”
It's true, and Kayn hates it. Almost as much as he hates the smug little kiss planted on the tip of his nose – which is to say, not at all.
He lets out a long-suffering sigh as Ezreal claps a hand on either side of his cheeks and turns his head back and forth to admire him. “Happy now?”
“You're so cute!” Ez chirps back, squeezing at his cheeks. “Such a good boy.”
Kayn sneers at him – more tempted than ever to take a bite out of him.
“Don't push it.”
“Don't think I didn't feel you twitch,” Ezreal snips back, smirking as he wiggles his hips and settles more firmly into Kayn's lap. “Does someone like being called a good boy?”
Oho, someone's been found out.
Kayn grits his teeth, pointedly ignoring the heat flaring in his cheeks.
“I'm going to fucking kill you.”
“Now, now, Kayn... a good boy doesn't make threats, but they do bark on command, do you?”
“It's a promise, you little brat.” He reaches up to ruffle Ezreal's hair – the closest thing he can get to satisfying his cuteness aggression and soothing his seething embarrassment without actually being able to take a chunk out of him with his teeth. “Don't test your luck.”
But Ez is still giggling – despite his squawking flailing efforts to dislodge Kayn's hands. Still wriggling in Kayn's lap and creating a growing problem between them. Still... reaching for his phone?
“Heeeheeheh, say 'woof'-”
The flash catches him off guard – wide-eyed and stunned long enough for Ezreal to fling himself off his lap and make a break for the door.
Well... there goes our reputation.
“You little shit- ” Kayn growls, lunging after him, his stupid collar jingling as he tears out the door and down the hall. “You're dead meat.”
Ezreal only screeches in response, eyes wide and grin manic as he catches sight of Kayn over his shoulder. He nearly trips over the end table between their rooms – trips across the threshold of his own – and almost, almost, manages to slam the door in Kayn's face.
Kayn hits it shoulder first, flinging them both to the ground, and kicks it shut on the rebound with a growl.
“I wasn't gonna!” Ezreal squawks, fingers clutched around his phone. “I mean-”
“Uh-huh,” Kayn sneers, crawling up his body to peel the phone out of his bony fingers and fling it under the bed. “And I'm the new member of KDA.”
“You'd... look good in sequins?” Ez burbles out around a chest full of nervous giggles. “And I know you can work a choreo routine, cause damn-”
“Ez?” Kayn leans down, grabbing both wrists and pinning them over Ezreal's head, leaning in reeeaaaal close. Close enough for his canines to graze soft skin as he growls out, “ Woof-”
-and promptly sinks them into the plush give of Ezreal's bottom lip.
“ Mmmph-! ”
He grins into the bite as his awful, awful little brat whines beneath him, grins until he can taste blood, then pulls away to lick a messy smear clean across Ezreal's closed lips.
He wants a dog? He's going to get one.
“Augh! Ka-”
He doesn't let Ezreal get the complaint out, licking into his open mouth and swallowing down the startled squeak with vicious glee. Sucks on Ezreal's tongue until he's melting into it before pulling back and nipping at him again.
“I had one condition.” Another bite – to the smooth skin of Ezreal's jaw this time. “But you just had to be a brat, didn't you?”
Ezreal's answering nervous titter melts into a groan as Kayn shifts and sinks his teeth in lower.
“I- sorry?” It's a gasp, and waaaay too late to save him now. Not after a whole week of this bullshit. “Kayn-”
“Sorry's not gonna cut it, Ez,” Kayn purrs as he licks a stripe up his cheek and shifts his grip on Ezreal's wrists. “You forgot to get your dog a leash.”
Ezreal clocks the wicked grin on his lips and tries to squirm free – only to be promptly manhandled onto his face and tugged up onto his knees as Kayn blankets his back.
Leaning low, he scrapes his teeth against the back of Ezreal's neck and rumbles, “Now, you be a good bitch for me, and I'll be a good boy for you too, hmm?”
If the answering whimper and push of his hips wasn't enough, the sticky spot on Ezreal's shorts certainly gives away the game. It's enough for Kayn to peel them down his trembling thighs, pulling back only enough to fumble his own pants down to his knees before caging Ezreal in again.
“Too bad you're not ready for breeding, eh?” He nips at an earlobe before nosing over the shell. “Guess I'll have to hump your leg.”
“Wha- augglh- ”
“That's it, get it wet for me sweetheart,” Kayn coos, grinning at the disgruntled gurgling Ez makes around his fingers. “Unless you want your thighs chafed raw.”
Fortunately, one of them is well trained, and his hand comes back dripping enough to smear across the delicate skin of those pretty thighs. Enough for him to push his cock up against Ezreal's balls and rut his hips forward, one hand pressing Ezreal against his own stomach where he's hard and dripping.
“Squeeze for me, princess.”
And squeeze Ezreal does, pulling a strangled grunt out of Kayn as he's crushed between them in the very best way.
But of course, the little brat can't help but run his mouth, even ass up on the floor.
“Such a-” he huffs out, each breath knocked out of him as Kayn's hips slap against his ass, “-a good boy, Kayn-”
It makes him throb where they're pressed together, makes his blood spark hot with the need to squash this smirking little asshole like the bug he is.
He sets his teeth to the back of Ezreal's neck and bites hard – bearing down with his entire weight, shoving Ezreal into the carpet and working his cock over with a tight fist until the smirk melts into open-mouthed whimpers and reedy gasps for breath.
“C'mon, princess,” he taunts, licking over the back of Ezreal's neck where the imprints of his teeth sit like a collar of his own making, “You wanted a good mutt, now give me my treat-”
He shifts his fist right to the crown of Ezreal's cock, letting the roughened edge of a callus catch on the sensitive ridge, fucking him into it over and over until he feels Ezreal spasm under him, spilling hot over his knuckles with a shriek.
“That's it,” he coos, bringing his soaked hand up to smear between Ezreal's thighs, making the glide a messy squelch. “You were desperate for it, huh? Letting any stray between your legs.”
Ezreal gurgles something in response – but frankly, Kayn doesn't have the brain cells left to listen. He can feel himself teetering on the edge as those pretty thighs shiver – still clamped tightly around him even as his sweet little thing collapses chest-first onto the floor in a whimpering heap. His stupid collar is jingling, and he can still taste Ezreal's sweat and the tang of blood on his tongue, and it's so much-
He manages two more stuttering thrusts before adding to the mess between Ezreal's thighs, teeth in his shoulder and a whine in his throat.
And then they both go down in a disgustingly slimy pile of limbs, panting on the carpet as they shiver through the aftershocks.
Well... you sure showed him, didn't you, mutt?
“Shut up, Rhaast,” he groans, slinging an arm and a leg over Ezreal as best he can with his pants still around his knees. The stupid collar jingles with the movement. “Was... making a point.”
Ezreal wheezes a laugh beneath him and raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck.
“I hope you have all your shots.”
Kayn snorts and thumps his head against him, nosing forward until he can kiss whatever skin is closest – his eyebrow by the feel of it.
“No promises.”
Ezreal huffs, patting around until he gets a hand on the stupid fluffy ear headband, and pulls it off with a groan. “It's a bad influence on you.”
“You're the one that put it on... and you better delete that damn picture.”
“Wasn't gonna post it,” Ezreal grumbles, rolling with a grimace until he can shove his slimy thigh between Kayn's, their pants catching and snagging in a gross mess at the knees. “Was for my private jerk-off collection.”
“...oh.” Well in that case. “Do you, uh...” he coughs, grins, can't help but preen as he reaches for the headband again. “You can take another, if you'd like... since I'm being nice to you.”
Pathetic... if you had a tail it would be wagging.
“Oh yeah, since you're being nice to me,” Ezreal laughs, nose wrinkling as he gestures to the carpet rash on his elbows and bruised throat, “how could I forget?”
“Mmm, dunno. Probably all that empty space in your head.”
The comment earns him an elbow to the ribs that makes the collar jingle, and another week of being nice... but maybe he's alright with being good – just for a little while longer.