[ When life is deception and game-playing and bruises, when that's all Hei remembers ever since he was a child, sex and nudity is a part of the physicality that he's never been ashamed of. He was indoctrinated before he'd ever developed an understanding of morality or decency. He kisses her back, shivering but not from cold, his mussed hair brushing her face. When she touches him through his pants, he sucks in a breath, hard, and his hips jerk forward before he can stop himself. He tries to focus on counting heartbeats, regulating his breathing, keeping calm even as he clasps her wrist in his hand. Her teeth-marks still throb hotly at the side of his neck. ]
[ What do I do? she asked. ]
Help me with this. [ There's a dark rasp in his voice. He leans in, mouth hot under her jaw, and brings her cool hand down to the button of his fly. She's so unnervingly earnest in her innocence. He doesn't want to tell her how much he just wants her to slip her hands under his clothes, take hold of him and wrench everything away. ]
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[ What do I do? she asked. ]
Help me with this. [ There's a dark rasp in his voice. He leans in, mouth hot under her jaw, and brings her cool hand down to the button of his fly. She's so unnervingly earnest in her innocence. He doesn't want to tell her how much he just wants her to slip her hands under his clothes, take hold of him and wrench everything away. ]