[ The ugly venue should have cooled Hei down, but it doesn't. The years of living sparse, of back-alley fucks near filthy dumpsters, of encounters in Heaven's War with corpses lying in the streets where they'd fallen in the stinking heat, the barbarity of his history -- it's all driven the sense of romance and civility from him. His whole being forks around the awareness -- She's not a girl for dirty places like these. Can't you do better? -- and the hum of baseline lust that has turned irrevocably cruel. ]
[ He surges her back against the gritty wall, pinning her with his body. The insistence of his erection tents his jeans. Leaning in, he kisses her in a way that's more feral than reassuring; as if he's snatching the end of a thread that, when pulled, will turn her inside out. Sucking and biting and pushing his tongue into her as if she's nothing but mouth. The fingers that spread and dig into her ass say that she's that, too, and hips and belly and breasts, as he grinds himself against her. If he kisses her any harder, he'll draw blood. ]
[ Instead he breaks on a sharp inhale. Her little hand is worming in between them, working at his buttons. Then his own hands cover hers, making the belt buckle unsnap and the zipper drag down, helping her to what she wants even as he gets busy on his own. In a moment he's undone the button of her jeans, skinning them down her legs. Tugging off her boots, he lifts her, balancing her against the top of a cement block, the surface probably dusty and chilled against her ass. ]
[ The kiss he carves into her mouth is sharp and probing, his hands dragging her naked legs tight around him, his rising cock prodding her inner thigh even as he feeds on her mouth. ]
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[ He surges her back against the gritty wall, pinning her with his body. The insistence of his erection tents his jeans. Leaning in, he kisses her in a way that's more feral than reassuring; as if he's snatching the end of a thread that, when pulled, will turn her inside out. Sucking and biting and pushing his tongue into her as if she's nothing but mouth. The fingers that spread and dig into her ass say that she's that, too, and hips and belly and breasts, as he grinds himself against her. If he kisses her any harder, he'll draw blood. ]
[ Instead he breaks on a sharp inhale. Her little hand is worming in between them, working at his buttons. Then his own hands cover hers, making the belt buckle unsnap and the zipper drag down, helping her to what she wants even as he gets busy on his own. In a moment he's undone the button of her jeans, skinning them down her legs. Tugging off her boots, he lifts her, balancing her against the top of a cement block, the surface probably dusty and chilled against her ass. ]
[ The kiss he carves into her mouth is sharp and probing, his hands dragging her naked legs tight around him, his rising cock prodding her inner thigh even as he feeds on her mouth. ]