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What were they doing exactly? Archie returns the kiss either way, grip on the other's throat growing a tiny bit looser as he gets briefly lost in the moment.
"And yet yer enjoyin' this."
He knows that groan. He's had it happen before too, but he's not gonna admit that to his face.
A hum, pulling Guzma's face back in for another rough smooch, a smirk on his features.
He's also gonna be a tad cheeky and move his free hand to Guzma's hair, tugging at it.
Oh he cannot fucking stand his cunt. Hoping that the groan he couldn't keep in was caused by the hand holding on his throat rather than actual goddamn pleasure from the bite, Guzma squinted before rolling his eyes.
Looking for insults to throw, mostly, as his own hand moved away from Archie's to find his jaw, grasping at it-- maybe a little too forcefully.
"Ya kiss like a virgin."
And yet he goes in for a third one, teeth preceeding lips. And tongue.
He could always blame it on the stress of the past few days, who the fuck cares.