[ do u believe in love at first wrestling fuck… waow… ]
[ What an amusing little mon-keigh he’s found. Or, honestly, he does wonder if she’s even human, if only because this kind of enthusiasm was something he’d really only seen in the Rogue Trader before now. Or, well, kin.
The impression is only solidified as she grabs his wrist roughly, since it’s not just the violence of it. It’s the expertise. She digs into delicate meat such that he knows what she’s trying to do, and he bites his lip. He’s arrogant and smug in the face of her viciously bared teeth, and yet, obedient. His pistons his fingers in her as best he can with her hold and keeps his thumb steady for her to grind against. ]
Oh, how I would hate that.
[ He purrs with sarcasm dripping from his voice, but it’s true. He would. In fact, he’s slightly regretting his own stubbornness, since what if he’d acquiesced and given her his token earlier? Would she have actually felt the pain and ecstasy that he had?
His own nails dig into her thigh where he holds her, and with how he leans forward, it might feel like he’s coming in for a kiss. But naturally, that’s not his style. He bites the soft area where her jaw meets her neck hard enough to draw blood but not so hard that it would be an actual threat. It’s still firmly in the mingling of pain and pleasure that he prefers, albeit more on the former than the latter by anyone but a Drukhari’s scale.
More importantly, it puts the ribbon better in her reach. He practically offers it to her, but he’ll see if she takes it herself before doing so more explicitly. ]
me slapping that onto every thread w him probably
[ What an amusing little mon-keigh he’s found. Or, honestly, he does wonder if she’s even human, if only because this kind of enthusiasm was something he’d really only seen in the Rogue Trader before now. Or, well, kin.
The impression is only solidified as she grabs his wrist roughly, since it’s not just the violence of it. It’s the expertise. She digs into delicate meat such that he knows what she’s trying to do, and he bites his lip. He’s arrogant and smug in the face of her viciously bared teeth, and yet, obedient. His pistons his fingers in her as best he can with her hold and keeps his thumb steady for her to grind against. ]
Oh, how I would hate that.
[ He purrs with sarcasm dripping from his voice, but it’s true. He would. In fact, he’s slightly regretting his own stubbornness, since what if he’d acquiesced and given her his token earlier? Would she have actually felt the pain and ecstasy that he had?
His own nails dig into her thigh where he holds her, and with how he leans forward, it might feel like he’s coming in for a kiss. But naturally, that’s not his style. He bites the soft area where her jaw meets her neck hard enough to draw blood but not so hard that it would be an actual threat. It’s still firmly in the mingling of pain and pleasure that he prefers, albeit more on the former than the latter by anyone but a Drukhari’s scale.
More importantly, it puts the ribbon better in her reach. He practically offers it to her, but he’ll see if she takes it herself before doing so more explicitly. ]