thinking about ulquiorra who’s just so fascinated with how human you are. every microscopic twitch in your face conveys an emotion, every single one with its own cause and effect inside you mind.
he felt something akin to obsession as his eyes gazed into yours, watching how your pupils almost swallowed the color of your eyes as he gives you hope of something, anything that would give you the ‘joy’ you speak of. then feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand as he crushed the hope, fixating on the dark center of your eye shrinking back to size.
he wants to know everything. which is why he spends hours teasing you. with his hands, with his mouth, with his body. just to see what reaction you have when he bites your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to sting. he wanted to hear the noise you made when he dragged his tongue up your thighs again.
he’d kill to see the face when he slid his cock into you for the first time again. he’d kill to hear the noise, to know what caused it. why it made you feel like that, why it made him feel like that. his thoughts get clouded with it, the way your lips part to let out a moan, the way your toes curled in pleasure, the way your eyes rolled back until he could only see the whites. it felt like someone took control of his body and the only command given was “move.”
he doesn’t realize how bad it’s gotten until he hears himself. how he pants softly into your neck, slowly creeping in volume until they’re needy groans. he couldn’t see it himself but he could feel his face moving, the twitch of his eyebrow, the same parting of his lips.
ulquiorra, who’s so fascinated with just how human he gets while inside you.