Ivo raised the gun to Davi's mouth and bumped it clumsily against his lips. Davi opened it. His eyes never left Ivo, he wanted to distract him from everyone else in the room.
Ivo tried, but he was hyperaware of everything happening around them; Vice fidgeting at their side, pretending he was fine with what was going on, Juju's eager eyes boring into his back with palpable expectation, Kiko's boredom, Polyana's shell shock, and Lili's drugged up indifference.
And above it all, he could feel the heat radiating off Davi's body, the weight of the gun in his hand, the closeness of their legs pressed together on the sofa.
Slowly, he fed the muzzle past Davi's lips, careful not to hurt him. The cold metal rested on Davi's red tongue for a split second, before Ivo said:
"There, I did it."