@fivecrimes - Punchline
"Please, fuck. I need you to fuck me" it's impossible to focus on anything but him in the moment. One hand pressed idly to his chest as she kisses and nips away at his throat, begging him
Something about the way she moves in that geddup drives him wild. She dresses for herself, but damn does he still find it alluring. It's almost insane how their little pieces fit together, his want for something different, something new. Hers for competence, structure, but still a haze of unpredictability. How quickly further that it devolved into something baser. The lingering eyes, the harsh touches. Every breath of desperation against his throat drives him positively feral.
Her hand, drunk with so much need, hangs heavy on his chest. His eyes themselves a miserable haze of wanton thirst. His grasp, pulls at her cascading ponytail, yanking her head back and away from his neck, his other grasping her wrist and forcing her buxom chest against the plate glass window overlooking the city. His body pressed against hers while she sets pinned in place.
Roman's voice is little more than a husky growl, a hungry burl barked from the depths of his throat as he leans himself in, hanging the mouth of his mask close to the back of her ear. Letting his breath tickle her lobe, letting his words chill the spine.
"Don't you worry none, clown. I plan t'do just that. But I'm gonna take my fuckin' time."