[ That, Adelis thinks, is satisfying enough- the barest of stutters. The last experience he had, he had to show some form of self-restraint, not eager to chase off one of the few people he actually stands around here. But this? Being able to have whatever slight advantage he can, over someone he normally would not? It feels good.
The hands that crawl over him are far less curious, less eagerly exploratory, and more with a hungry purpose. He can feel the warmth sinking into his skin, and it only makes Adelis tighten his grip, leather barely creaking with the force of his clenched fingers. The hand unabashedly fondling him earns a sharp twitch, before he rocks his hips into the touch more aggressively, sinking his teeth into Mishka's lip before bothering to reply. ]
If you were trying to kill me, your grip wouldn't be so fucking pathetic.
[ The hiss comes out with the barest of gasps to accompany it, as the fingers around his neck loosen ever so slightly. Shoving their lips back together, there's a shuffle before he lets go of Mishka's hair, only to bring now-bare hands to his front- letting him feel the cool brush of his still-warming fingers as they drag down to Mishka's waistband. Perhaps, normally, he'd be more a bit patient...but clearly that's not something either of them have in spades. ]
And? [ A finger casually slips past the barrier of cloth, just to test his reaction, mimicking the tease of his voice. ] Do you always try to fuck whoever you want to kill?
he can pay if he wants to look
The hands that crawl over him are far less curious, less eagerly exploratory, and more with a hungry purpose. He can feel the warmth sinking into his skin, and it only makes Adelis tighten his grip, leather barely creaking with the force of his clenched fingers. The hand unabashedly fondling him earns a sharp twitch, before he rocks his hips into the touch more aggressively, sinking his teeth into Mishka's lip before bothering to reply. ]
If you were trying to kill me, your grip wouldn't be so fucking pathetic.
[ The hiss comes out with the barest of gasps to accompany it, as the fingers around his neck loosen ever so slightly. Shoving their lips back together, there's a shuffle before he lets go of Mishka's hair, only to bring now-bare hands to his front- letting him feel the cool brush of his still-warming fingers as they drag down to Mishka's waistband. Perhaps, normally, he'd be more a bit patient...but clearly that's not something either of them have in spades. ]
And? [ A finger casually slips past the barrier of cloth, just to test his reaction, mimicking the tease of his voice. ] Do you always try to fuck whoever you want to kill?