[ She yanks the sheet off before Hei can protest, leaving him exposed to the cool air. His skin is pebbled with drying sweat, and his erection hasn't yet received the message to stand down. Exhaling, he drops his paired hands into his lap, squeezing them together as if to reign his temper in. The melted-chocolate goodness of blowing his wad -- always such a brief spell in his case -- has already evaporated, replaced by the same old yoke of rigidity in his shoulders. Accompanying it is a belly full of angry snakes and a headache built for keeps. The way they're both screaming and carrying on, it'd be simpler -- gloriously easy -- to knock them out with a choice electric-shock. Keep them under until midnight arrives, and he's free to leave. ]
[ Instead he takes another slow breath, resisting the urge to order them, Shut the hell up and find somewhere to sit. His voice issues neutral, deceptively disinterested, from his lips, ]
You could've at least set up a mini-fridge in here.
[ Hunger is already creeping in on him, another rude and offensive guest in a houseful of screaming teenagers. Just what he needs. ]
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Date: 2014-10-23 02:00 am (UTC)[ Instead he takes another slow breath, resisting the urge to order them, Shut the hell up and find somewhere to sit. His voice issues neutral, deceptively disinterested, from his lips, ]
You could've at least set up a mini-fridge in here.
[ Hunger is already creeping in on him, another rude and offensive guest in a houseful of screaming teenagers. Just what he needs. ]