[Her shudder of a protest only whets Takasugi's appetite. He can taste her trembling breath on his lips, sharp with liquor. They both possess the same flavor, and as the night goes on and their mouths become battered and worried, they'll both taste like blood, too.
Takasugi's tongue plays on the back of his teeth, dampening the eagerness that's beginning to lick at his gut.
For all of the fleeting whims that cross his mind - holding her bent until her strength leaves her, fucking her raw until the only thing that aggravating voice of hers can do is scream, prying her jaw apart so she can taste him - Takasugi finds nothing so satisfying as the woman's rage.
Watching it shudder from her chest now nearly makes him lurch forward, press her back into the seat and damn her petty little preferences. That'd piss her off, enough to watch the woman of reason be reduced to a snarling beast.
One he doesn't seek to tame, but overtake.
Only the pain she's digging into him grounds him; Takasugi lowers his hand, sliding it from one shoulder to the other to run down her arm and wrap around her wrist. He pulls her hand away.
Too late to keep his hip from stinging when he stands. He delivers recompense in how tight his grip becomes, shifting bone between his fingers as they depart 'hand in hand'.]
Mmn. [There's nothing worth saying. A taunt, did you plan on this happening, eventually? how much have you thought about it?, would only be lost in the physicality between them.
Instead he keeps his mouth drawn shut in a taut smile, one that threatens to snap along with his restraint the moment they're alone.]
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Takasugi's tongue plays on the back of his teeth, dampening the eagerness that's beginning to lick at his gut.
For all of the fleeting whims that cross his mind - holding her bent until her strength leaves her, fucking her raw until the only thing that aggravating voice of hers can do is scream, prying her jaw apart so she can taste him - Takasugi finds nothing so satisfying as the woman's rage.
Watching it shudder from her chest now nearly makes him lurch forward, press her back into the seat and damn her petty little preferences. That'd piss her off, enough to watch the woman of reason be reduced to a snarling beast.
One he doesn't seek to tame, but overtake.
Only the pain she's digging into him grounds him; Takasugi lowers his hand, sliding it from one shoulder to the other to run down her arm and wrap around her wrist. He pulls her hand away.
Too late to keep his hip from stinging when he stands. He delivers recompense in how tight his grip becomes, shifting bone between his fingers as they depart 'hand in hand'.]
Mmn. [There's nothing worth saying. A taunt, did you plan on this happening, eventually? how much have you thought about it?, would only be lost in the physicality between them.
Instead he keeps his mouth drawn shut in a taut smile, one that threatens to snap along with his restraint the moment they're alone.]