"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"Oh, yeah, I really fuckin' do."
"Tsk tsk, such language, Kristopher."
"Only my Ma – and cops with warrants – get to call me that…"
Hans snorts at that, his mouth close to the blond's ear. "Aw, but no special treatment for me? I thought we were starting to get along quite well."
Kristoff shifted uncomfortably, feeling a confining wall on almost all sides. "Yeah, well, happy feelings are gone now. End of story…"
He was terrified of small spaces, and Hans knew that.
"I don't think so, not while I'm the one writing out this little story of ours. Or, had you forgotten, I'm the one who got you here in the first place."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to complain 'bout that. You blindfolded me, and said we were gonna have some fun."
"You mean, you're not having fun?" Hans asked in mock concern, his smirk evident in his tone alone.
"No, you misleading son of a–" Kristoff squirmed, unable to keep his breathing controlled. It was pitch black for him, the blindfold still in place, and robbing him of his vision. He didn't know where they were, aside from the very obvious fact that it was small as fuck.
Hans' smirk only widened at the larger male's increased struggling; quick, sharp breaths, almost spastic movements that only resulted in an arm or leg hitting one of the claustrophobically close walls, and a panicked cold sweat that had broken out on the blond's flesh. He couldn't get enough of it, holding the power to make Kristoff so unbelievably uncomfortable that he'd work himself into such a frantic state he'd nearly make himself pass out.
All because he was simply too big for the small space they currently occupied. It was so simple, it almost made the redhead laugh out loud – but that might earn him a kick in the shin from his partner.
Ah, well, one must learn to indulge in the simple pleasures, no?