During the Sotus S beach kiss practice session, they discussed their feelings.

"You're young and handsome." Krist murmurs, breathing against him. He's still smiling. Singto wants to tear that look off his face. "Get this little infatuation out of your system and move on to greener pastures, P'Singto."

Singto clenches his jaw. His teeth press harshly against each other inside his mouth.

The fact that Krist doesn't take him seriously hurts more than he'd expected.

"Fine." He gets out, pressing down to kiss Krist again, with a bit more bite in his movements this time. Sometimes, the only option is to fight fire with fire. "But I'll decide when that is."

Krist laughs.

"A controlling partner," he says, and Singto grips his neck a little more harshly, his fingertips digging into the skin there. "It's cute. I can't say I'm against it."

Singto feels the frustration build thickly on his tongue. Krist's laugh echoes in his ear. His heart pounds against his ribcage. He can't stop the well of desire that overflows terribly in his chest.

"I can stop any time I want," Singto says. It feels like a lie even as the words leave his mouth.

Krist smiles.

"Whatever you say, partner," he says, with a kiss that draws Singto surely into a well of madness so deep and dark that he feels like he can't see even a glimmer of light from the surface.