Red Son chuckled at the affirmations, warmth in his heart. Its a nice sentiment. He's pretty sure its not true, considering how vile he can be when he's simply himself. MK thinks he's better than he is. But...

He did want to change. He wanted to be better, to be deserving of this love. He didn't want to be the end of the world, and he didn't want to be the one to make MK sad. He had no intentions of becoming a hero or a goody-two shoes, but he could do being someone who made things a little easier for MK.

"Then I hope I can keep being perfect for you," he said, thumb tracing over his cheek.

And then she sees that feral grin, and her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening because there is a promise in that grin. A gasp as he pulls out, the feeling of emptiness the last thing she wants as she listens to him-

And then he thrusts back in hard, and it feels almost like the air is punched out of her, back arching, eyes closing tight, hand clutching at his hand, her other, moving to grip his shoulder as a loud moan follows. "Oh fuck-" Not a scream, but certainly not trying to be quiet. "A-again. Keep going," she demanded, eyes opening partway. "Make me scream. Make me yours."