1 Work by drunkonwriting in Eyeshield 21
"You're still a nasty shit," Agon observes.
Hiruma tugs hard at his dreads until Agon leans down into him. This close, his mouth is a sharp thing, razor-edged, primed to bite and tear. Agon doesn't flinch back.
"Come on," Hiruma says. “Bring me to bed, fucking dreads."