[He would welcome that petty physical challenge, inwardly. Just as he tolerates a groan, missing his chance to deafen it while biting down on his own swollen, bloodied lower lip. Damn.
Meeting that look with a sniff of disdain, he lets his hands enthusiastically continue their process, tugging both thumbs under the waistband of trousers.]
Sweetheart, you're playing hard to get. [A beat. Ha. Ha.] Wellllll, we could always glare into each others' eyes? That's an entertaining way to get off.
[His voice drips with a sickly sweet tone. Hon-est-ly, he's looking a bit restless, squirming in this bullied hold to find contact.]
Oh wait, you prefer screamy, waily activity. That's intensely different.
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Date: 2012-05-14 09:08 am (UTC)Meeting that look with a sniff of disdain, he lets his hands enthusiastically continue their process, tugging both thumbs under the waistband of trousers.]
Sweetheart, you're playing hard to get. [A beat. Ha. Ha.] Wellllll, we could always glare into each others' eyes? That's an entertaining way to get off.
[His voice drips with a sickly sweet tone. Hon-est-ly, he's looking a bit restless, squirming in this bullied hold to find contact.]
Oh wait, you prefer screamy, waily activity. That's intensely different.