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失敗作 ([personal profile] skinstitch) wrote in [personal profile] cartographie 2025-05-21 08:48 pm (UTC)

( there's always a certain point--a breaking point, maybe, where even the most practiced, even the most measured, even the calmest individuals realize that they've lost control; it's happened plenty of times back home, where b-grade villains and wannabe deserters recognize that their lofty answers don't mean anything in the face of real danger. his short fuse for bullshit is a reputation he carries proudly, in those circumstances: if someone isn't good enough for the league, then he's not going to let them go on blabbering about it to other people, the train ends there. and maybe he should have been more discerning, in those moments, not to kill people for getting on his bad side: but then he wouldn't have been able to boast a high number in his bemoaning diatribe to the public about the things heroes made him do.

he sees it there, a little, in her eyes, in the pass of her breath, in the way her chest moves, the way he can imagine her breasts taut in the cups of her bra, the way the fabric budges a little with the pert pressure of her nipples. the way that she tests her weight when she's caught on the hook, like a fish that's been hung up to be gutted from chin to crotch: he doesn't intend to do anything like that, really, not to someone pretty like her. she has the right attitude about her, it's just going to end up hard to maintain that facade when she's quite literally at his mercy.

rather than approach her immediately, despite her leaning, he does pass a hot hand over her hip, squeezing as though in silent reassurance, before he puts distance between them again. this time, though, it's a leisurely wander through the furniture in the room, poking into drawers, checking under a side table--when he comes back, it's with a rather plain-looking vibrator, the lacquer done up in yellow, the finish glittery over the length of it. as he approaches her again, it's only so that he can settle down, carefully, onto his knees, measuring his weight between them like he intends to be there for awhile. )


Guess I won't, then. ( he uses the cool end of the vibrator to push between her thighs, tapping at one, then the other, playfully encouraging her legs to split wider--then he drags the toy back, runs it past his lips, sucks his tongue over it and into his mouth before pulling it out again. given the way she's shifting, she's probably wet enough, but a little cursory slickness, to start, might make it easier to get there. )

You can put your legs over my shoulders, if you get tired.

( --is the only kindness he offers before he wedges himself in further between her legs, on his knees, so that he chin tip his chin up and lick his tongue along the part of her pussy, spreading her lips there so that he can run the flat of his tongue up against her clit. his hands feel for the slickness of the vibrator in his grip; he gives the end knob a test, turning it on, briefly, before turning it off again, as he keeps his attention focused on teasing around her clit, tasting, measuring the slickness there, eyes closed briefly for focus. )

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