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"Um, I... I don't know why you need me, s-so... um... no, well, if you do need me, that's, w-well... just... just leave a message! I might, I might get... no, I will—"

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[persecutetioncomplex]

I—oh...!

[She presses her hands to her mouth, briefly, before they slide over his shoulders and into his hair, clenching against his scalp.

He likes to hear her, she knows. She'll give him as much as he likes, right now.]

[bottomless_bowl]

[As soon as her hands lift towards her mouth he begins to growl softly, vibrant green eyes flicking up to catch hers, a warning there in his eyes. She's already correcting herself before he can do more than one brief rumble and he smiles against her. Then he's burying his face in her chest, kissing and licking, biting and sucking. Soft pink marks and deep purple-red bruises begin to litter her chest.

The longer he works at her, though, the more he allows his fingers to slip down to seek out the fastenings on her shorts, all too eager to touch already.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

[He likes to listen to her, to know what he’s done to her. He loves to actually see what he’s done, painted across her skin in a palette of passion, painted over again and again before the last set can fully fade. It’s been that way since she first took the plunge the night after the bonfire.

Likely, it was like that far before, and his self-restraint was the only thing keeping him back.

…though, to be fair, he’s far from the sole aggressor here. Her own hand is definitely doing some delving of its own…]

Sorry! DW ate this one :|

[bottomless_bowl]

[His clothing is easy enough to push out of the way, loose layers that drape here and there, bound together by the belt he wears. There's a moment where her fingers pull in just the right way to loosen that belt and he has to release her press his arm against his waist. A laugh is muffled against her skin before he pushes himself back to kneel over her, letting the belt topple to the floor but reaching out to set his jambiya carefully on the coffee table.

While he's at it he yanks off his upper layers, some half dozen other implements emerging from the fabric to scatter across the coffee table.

But as soon as it is safe for her to continue touching however she likes (save for the dagger at his ankle that she is already aware of) he falls back over her, one hand braced against the arm of the couch above her head, giving him a moment to grin down at her from inches away, wicked and just a touch wild. Then he's going to go back to dragging wet, biting kisses down her body.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

[She's absorbed enough about his habits and inclinations that she knows where not to touch, or at least, where not to touch when he's with her. she's sure he varies his hiding spots more than this, any other times. When he takes over stripping she settles back and enjoys the show.

When he's done, when he's back to her, she smiles right back up at him.

As his mouth meets flesh once more, she scrapes her teeth over the shell of his ear.]

[bottomless_bowl]

[The scrape of teeth gets a groan from him, a hard shudder that turns into a sharper nip. His free hand squirms under her side, pushing up under her back to support her as he coaxes her into arching up for him. Lips and tongue quick to seek out one nipple and soon after the other.

He'll get back to pulling at her shorts but he wants to see how needy he can get her before then, how long it will take for her to ask.... beg? for more.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

[Coaxing is almost too strong a term for it; the barest touch, a mere nudge is enough to have her pressing up against him, up to that hot, clever mouth of his.

He teases and teases and teases, damn him. He knows her body so well it feels like she's already naked, laid bare before him.]

Kh... Khalid. Khalid.

[bottomless_bowl]

[There's a hint of smugness in his voice when he brings his lips to her ear after the first gasp of his name.]

Yeah, Detta? Tell me what you want~

[For as smug as he sounds, though, there's certainly a large part of him that is clearly struggling to restrain himself as well. But he manages to dip teasing fingers under the hem of her shorts, gripping hard at her thigh.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

M-More.

[It's a keening, ragged sort of begging, quiet and breathless.]

Please, please more.

[bottomless_bowl]

[He did not intend to ruin her shorts as thoroughly as he had destroyed her top. Really he didn't. But her sweet voice so needy for him makes him throw that idea out the window. One knee slides higher up on the couch, allowing him to reach for that last dagger tucked in at his ankle.

The blade is wickedly sharp and warm from his own body heat where he presses the flat of the blade against her thigh. The slightest change in angle and the material parts easily. He cannot just slide the knife up as he was able to for her shirt though. Her shorts are too snug for that so he has to carefully move up a couple inches at a time, one new split after another.]

Patience çiçeğim