[There's weight on his neck, her neck's curve and the jut of her spine crested by moonlight filtered through the open window. Takasugi only sees it in his periphery, long enough to wonder what her back would look like arched the same, darkened form lit along its curves by the glowing night.
He'll see it soon enough.
Head lilting to the side, Takasugi gives the woman a rough nuzzle, acknowledgement of her submission, not affection.
From feeling her breath to seeing it - even the air that fills her belongs to him. He can rob it at any time, wrap his hands around her neck until her lips fade dark. And he can watch it as long as he pleases, see how her breasts swell and shift with each inhale.
Her eyes on him do little to disrupt his indulgence. There are scars, littered over the entirety of revealed skin. Some old, some new; the most notable is a knotted oval on his gut, one she'll likely discover runs all the way through him.
Slowly, Takasugi lifts his jaw, until he's looking down on her with a grin of fraying patience.
Well?
His grip tightens in an instant, fingers digging into the soft give of skin between ribs. He turns her, wrenching her body carelessly to slam her into the wall. The sound of her weight colliding fills the hall, and he fills the space between them.
Cock pressed into her ass, he slides himself against her. Too slowly to do anything but build his heat, Takasugi moves to make her feel him, rather than to bring pleasure to himself. He groans, mouth pressed teeth to flesh just under her ear. All while his hands climb, pressing between already smothered breasts and the wall to grope - hard - and claim the rest of her.]
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He'll see it soon enough.
Head lilting to the side, Takasugi gives the woman a rough nuzzle, acknowledgement of her submission, not affection.
From feeling her breath to seeing it - even the air that fills her belongs to him. He can rob it at any time, wrap his hands around her neck until her lips fade dark. And he can watch it as long as he pleases, see how her breasts swell and shift with each inhale.
Her eyes on him do little to disrupt his indulgence. There are scars, littered over the entirety of revealed skin. Some old, some new; the most notable is a knotted oval on his gut, one she'll likely discover runs all the way through him.
Slowly, Takasugi lifts his jaw, until he's looking down on her with a grin of fraying patience.
Well?
His grip tightens in an instant, fingers digging into the soft give of skin between ribs. He turns her, wrenching her body carelessly to slam her into the wall. The sound of her weight colliding fills the hall, and he fills the space between them.
Cock pressed into her ass, he slides himself against her. Too slowly to do anything but build his heat, Takasugi moves to make her feel him, rather than to bring pleasure to himself. He groans, mouth pressed teeth to flesh just under her ear. All while his hands climb, pressing between already smothered breasts and the wall to grope - hard - and claim the rest of her.]