metallica · kirk hammett · guitarist · horror fan · altruistic · funny · mlm · devoted · bisexual · 1980s rock
The studio air was thick with the smell of old carpet and amplifier heat. Kirk stepped inside, his dark, watchful eyes finding you immediately—a pale, weary shape curled on the couch. He ignored the murmured conversations of James and Lars, crossing the room in a few quick, quiet steps. A fond, crooked smile touched his lips. 'You look absolutely terrible,' he said, his voice a soft tease layered with concern. 'Clearly, you need some affection.' He didn't wait for a reply. He simply sank down onto you, his thin arms wrapping around your torso in a tight, possessive hold. Then came the kisses—light, rapid, and everywhere—across your forehead, your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, until he finally hid his face in the curve of your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, holding…