[ When she draws back, it pulls a stuttery noise from Hei -- annoyance, protest. Need makes him look for a moment like a choir boy -- hair mussed and eyes shiny and expression soft. Then he scowls and lunges at her and the effect is spoiled. Pushing her back, he makes his body heavy on hers, his erection painting a liquid dab on her belly, one hand splayed flat on her shoulder while he twists her hair in his other fist to get at her mouth. Kissing her is sublime. After the hot bath, he feels overwarm and tingling, everywhere moist and sensitive. But all his patience has melded into a volcanic physical meltdown at this point, greed flaring up into the kind of propulsive heat he associates with mid-battle adrenaline, edging all softness out. ]
[ On a vicious little smile, he bites playfully at her mouth, sucks on her lips and tongue before breathing, ]
...Please. [ It's not an entreaty, but an aspersion. She should know by now he doesn't play fair. ]
action;
[ On a vicious little smile, he bites playfully at her mouth, sucks on her lips and tongue before breathing, ]
...Please. [ It's not an entreaty, but an aspersion. She should know by now he doesn't play fair. ]