[ The hot red furrows her nails leave in his skin are tame in comparison to the games he's used to. But that's not a complaint. Pain mixed in with softness -- somehow both of them hurt like a bitch, but tonight he needs that mutability. His thumb circles tight between her legs and Hei can no longer control his ragged breathing, the way she clenches around him. His free hand digs into the jut of her hips, the pads of fingers giving just as good as she does -- her body will be a canvas of bruises when this is over. ]
This is -- [ He doesn't mean to speak, and bites the sentence off on a grunt, burying his mouth in her neck, too far gone to finish. This is better than a brawl. They're pressed too close now, torso to torso, sweat gluing their skins together. He keeps his eyes closed, taking a mental snapshot of the moment. Each breath, each motion, a sipping sigh, a wicked slide, thaws a cold inside him, opens what's been locked up. ]
[ But he's not sure if it's a relief or a disquiet. ]
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This is -- [ He doesn't mean to speak, and bites the sentence off on a grunt, burying his mouth in her neck, too far gone to finish. This is better than a brawl. They're pressed too close now, torso to torso, sweat gluing their skins together. He keeps his eyes closed, taking a mental snapshot of the moment. Each breath, each motion, a sipping sigh, a wicked slide, thaws a cold inside him, opens what's been locked up. ]
[ But he's not sure if it's a relief or a disquiet. ]