The leather top peels away from D like a second skin, tailored perfectly for him. Smooth and unmarred pale skin is revealed below, the protective exoskeleton being shed from what's fresh and vulnerable. There isn't a single scar, or blemish, or pock mark on him, probably much to Rin's annoyance. (The wounds are all internal here.)
And he's covered completely in muscle. The slim figure beneath the cape and pauldrons is lean rather than scrawny. He's really hiding all of this under head to toe layers of boring black leather.
He tastes the skin of her neck while she takes her time, parting his lips over it. Feels the throb of the artery in his mouth. It's tempting. She's pretty, young, confident. Then he thinks better of what he's doing with whatever sliver of reason is left. He isn't filled with the irresistible desire like being in the room of hunger. Not that desire anyway.
His lashes brush her cheeks when he looks up at her as her head comes down against his. The nuzzle earns a hum, and when his hands are freed, he dips both under the camisole to put them on her waist below the ribs. The thumbs caress the skin.
He kisses her because why wouldn't he with her mouth so close?]
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The leather top peels away from D like a second skin, tailored perfectly for him. Smooth and unmarred pale skin is revealed below, the protective exoskeleton being shed from what's fresh and vulnerable. There isn't a single scar, or blemish, or pock mark on him, probably much to Rin's annoyance. (The wounds are all internal here.)
And he's covered completely in muscle. The slim figure beneath the cape and pauldrons is lean rather than scrawny. He's really hiding all of this under head to toe layers of boring black leather.
He tastes the skin of her neck while she takes her time, parting his lips over it. Feels the throb of the artery in his mouth. It's tempting. She's pretty, young, confident. Then he thinks better of what he's doing with whatever sliver of reason is left. He isn't filled with the irresistible desire like being in the room of hunger. Not that desire anyway.
His lashes brush her cheeks when he looks up at her as her head comes down against his. The nuzzle earns a hum, and when his hands are freed, he dips both under the camisole to put them on her waist below the ribs. The thumbs caress the skin.
He kisses her because why wouldn't he with her mouth so close?]