｡♥  FREAKY  !

“ – Thank you, master,” he’s replying quickly as ever after the other’s coy seal of approval over his hard work, not because he was actually WORRIED Frank would be displeased with Riff’s work – oh, no, Riff would lose no sleep over the other’s FEELINGS, except for when he literally lost sleep because of how early he had to wake up – but because that blatant ‘WONDERFUL’ meant that Riff wouldn’t, indeed, have to do it all over again. Finally, they could move on without worry!

Riff was almost pleased with this turn of events, that is until events turned once more and Frank kissed him.

(It wasn’t the FIRST time Frank had initiated such contact – God only knew Riff would never initiate it, not only because of a STATUS type difference, but because he found Frank REPULSIVE  in many senses – so he wasn’t quite surprised. But although not surprised, he still couldn’t keep himself from tensing, from leaning a little further away once the contact had ceased. After all, at this point, Frank’s affections were just as unwelcome as his abuses were, meaningless though both actions seemed to be to the other.)

If only to tease the other, he indiscreetly wiped his own lips on the back of his hand and rolled his eyes. Wordlessly but not without a smirk, Riff Raff began the task of filling in the other’s lip with his selected ruby red, taking his SWEET TIME to ensure SILENCE.

      _{eldritch chuckling only AMPLIFIES in response to the handyman’s reaction,   &   frank,   nearly gushing with quiet confidence,   perfects a pout to be smothered in CRIMSON.   his viridescent gaze,   sharp   &   provocative,   is locked upon riff raff   :   the smaller man is PREY,   more so now than he’s ever been.   of course,   the master does not   &   never will DESIRE the servant   –   this gauche seduction is only a game,   some WICKED test that the furter craves will have the handyman kissing his feet for perhaps an extra decade.}

      _{unwilling to smear fine,   red cream across his carefully made face   &   therefore unable to SPEAK,   the doctor sits in heavy silence,   not once averting his eyes from those of his servant.   surely,   the way that frank all but SCRUTINIZES riff will distract the man,   cause him to meet the furter’s POISONOUS stare,   cause his delicate hand to SLIP   &   give the scientist a reason   (   as if he truly needs one   )   to raise his voice,   perhaps even his FIST.}