~Minx~

Biffy has many obsessions. Cats, coffee, cake, getting into detention- the list went on. But there is one obsession that is completely not his fault at all.

Lee Ping.

Fellow detentionaire and supposedly Prank Master, Lee Ping was also, undoubtedly, cute. Skinny, little frame that was all limbs, duel colored hair, expressive eyes, tempting mouth- the list went on, and it was only just physically. He was also intelligent, funny, snarky, loyal… as Biffy said, the list went on. That list was also the reason why Biffy had an ugly desire to lock the Korean boy in his room and tell the rest of the world to back off. Whenever he got into this possessive mood (which was actually quite often), Lee would just smirk and curl up into the bigger boy's lap. Such as right now.

He was attempting to do some work on his laptop, trying to get rid of some of his homicidal anger at Lynch for hitting on his boyfriend, but Lee wasn't having it. The smaller boy was mouthing at his neck, pressing small kisses to hot skin. Biffy was at his whit's end, restraint nearly snapping violently when Lee decided to swivel his hips, rubbing his perky little ass against Biffy's crouch.

"Stop it, Lee, I'm trying to do something."

"So am I." Another roll of those thin hips, hands dragging down his biceps.

Fuck it.

Slamming the laptop shut, one of Biffy's hands grabbed that teasing ass while the other grabbed his Lee's chin, smashing their mouths together into a messy, open kiss. The boy in his lap meowed, digging blunt fingernails into broad shoulders, pressing his body closer. Biffy pressed him to the desk top, one large hand palming him through his jeans.

"Biffy!"

He had a teasing minx to fuck senseless.