[ Her nipple tightens in the palm of his hand, and Hei pinches a little harder before firmly fondling her breast. His mouth is hot against her jaw, kissing beneath the ear, biting on the lobe then soothing with a wet flick. The rest is lost in a shudder when she squeezes; he moans quietly, his pulse reverberating through his thighs and pelvis and the length of his erection, skipping a beat whenever she touches the tip. ]
[ He's moving with her now, incremental, almost unnoticeable, her hand and his hips, and it'd be so easy to get lost in this. When she stops, he bites back a curse. It's only by virtue of brutal training, the best at what he is and able to control muscle movement and wild impulse, that he doesn't shove her up against the fence and strip her clothes off to push full-length into her. He tightens his grip on her breast, thumb rubbing the nipple because if she lets go now... ]
[ Sequel? Oh. Right. Hei swallows dryly; his smile isn't entirely good-natured. ] I'm not -- waiting out for you like your damn dog. [ If he conceded to anything and everything the moment a pretty girl had her hands down his pants, he'd be done for ages ago. But he can feel himself, hot and hard against her palm, a stillness that is its own friction and frustration, and he pushes slightly against her on instinct. After a tense beat, ] Promise you'll get off work early.
⊕ Friday!
[ He's moving with her now, incremental, almost unnoticeable, her hand and his hips, and it'd be so easy to get lost in this. When she stops, he bites back a curse. It's only by virtue of brutal training, the best at what he is and able to control muscle movement and wild impulse, that he doesn't shove her up against the fence and strip her clothes off to push full-length into her. He tightens his grip on her breast, thumb rubbing the nipple because if she lets go now... ]
[ Sequel? Oh. Right. Hei swallows dryly; his smile isn't entirely good-natured. ] I'm not -- waiting out for you like your damn dog. [ If he conceded to anything and everything the moment a pretty girl had her hands down his pants, he'd be done for ages ago. But he can feel himself, hot and hard against her palm, a stillness that is its own friction and frustration, and he pushes slightly against her on instinct. After a tense beat, ] Promise you'll get off work early.