[ Breathless and buzzed, Hei lets her grab his hand and bring it to her sex. But it accomplishes nothing; he is intent on playing with her. She is so wet -- fucking sopping -- and he buries his fingers inside her, strokes her twitchy clit with his thumb, an aimless lazy flicking. Just enough to feed hitches in her breathing before each exhale thins out further, rekindling that shivery ache through her, the tremor that is the whisper of fulfillment -- ]
[ In the next beat, he draws his hand away. ]
You don't tell me what to do.
[ Not a rebuke but a cool dismissal. He straightens and steadies and withdraws, the brisk lift of zipper punctuating his words. The condom, he disposes with one bright zap, leaving it an acrid-scented curl across the ground. No reason to leave DNA traces. ]
[ Doing up his belt, he straightens his clothes before reaching out with one hand, hauling her around by a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck. He looms over her, the angles of his face hardening to blot out whatever private satisfaction was there, and when he leans in, it's not a kiss so much as a bite. He cradles her head in his hands like a heavy inanimate object, drawing viciously on her lips, opening them, stabbing his tongue into her -- and then abruptly letting her go. ]
Get dressed. You're coming back to the hotel with me.
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Date: 2015-04-04 12:22 am (UTC)[ In the next beat, he draws his hand away. ]
You don't tell me what to do.
[ Not a rebuke but a cool dismissal. He straightens and steadies and withdraws, the brisk lift of zipper punctuating his words. The condom, he disposes with one bright zap, leaving it an acrid-scented curl across the ground. No reason to leave DNA traces. ]
[ Doing up his belt, he straightens his clothes before reaching out with one hand, hauling her around by a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck. He looms over her, the angles of his face hardening to blot out whatever private satisfaction was there, and when he leans in, it's not a kiss so much as a bite. He cradles her head in his hands like a heavy inanimate object, drawing viciously on her lips, opening them, stabbing his tongue into her -- and then abruptly letting her go. ]
Get dressed. You're coming back to the hotel with me.