[ The number is smaller than he implies, and of course, not everyone. A lot of them just died. Thinking about it, and watching her expose her throat by taking that deep drink puts thoughts in his head. He's feeling the urge to indulge his impulses trickling down his spine, like unnaturally slow electricity crawling towards his limbs. ]
You think you could, with those lovely little hands? Or you want to use a belt or something?
[ He doesn't give her any special indication that he'd like or dislike it. If he'd allow it. The maybe, maybe not manner is surely part of the challenge. ]
[ How many of them have died? was her next question but it was probably best if she didn't know the answer to that. A number exists. She's positive of that much. This may be her flirting with danger but she's fully aware of what she could get into with the likes of someone like him. After a few more drags off her cigarette, she smashes the butt into an ashtray.
You think you could? She has to smile. ]
I know I could.
[ The confidence would be unnerving if it weren't uncommon for her. ]
A belt would also suffice.
[ They're both brought a refill of their drinks. She waits until they're alone again before she adds: ]
I imagine I could ride you better that way while effectively choking you at the same time. Wouldn't you say so?
[ He deliberately takes his time to consider her question, but doesn’t bother to hide his amusement. He’s enjoying how casually they’re discussing the topic, and it seems the game is about who can make the most outrageous suggestions and keep a straight face. ]
Hmm... [ Eiji brings his own cigarette to the verge of oblivion and puts it out on his palm, a quick sizzling sound signifying it’s end. He often does things like that, reminders he’s tough as nails and twice as sharp. ] I’d agree that theoretically, if you were to want to bounce on my dick and choke me, that’d be a great way to do it.
[ He swipes a finger through the froth of his fresh beer, letting the accumulated drop drip onto his tongue. ]
It’d be best if I was in your ass though. Then I could finger bang you at the same time.
[ The level of vulgarity that their conversation is reaching is almost laughable if it weren't also pretty hot. When she isn't musing over what it must sound like to those nearby, she's thinking about them screwing. It pins an amused smirk to her face that doesn't seem to leave, even after he puts the cherry out on his skin. ]
Tough guy.
[ Playfully. She grabs her second drink now, takes a long sip that allows her to enjoy the taste more, listening while Eiji supplies her with another description. Pulling her mouth away, she almost laughs, and runs her tongue along her lips in thought. ]
I think a little more attention on my clit would yield better results. You want me to come, don't you?
[ In his case, he enjoys the increasing coarseness of terms, and spends a moment thinking of the best way to phrase his reply in light of that. And takes the time to focus himself to keep a straight face when he says- ]
I want you to squirt like a broken fire hydrant, yeah.
[ He almost loses it, but covers it by once again taking a deep, long drink of his beer. He downs half of it in one go and when he's down, clunks the glass on the table and makes a pleased 'puwaaah' sound. Making his indecent proposals seem as natural as possible. ]
[ It's right as she's taking another sip, just as her mouth is full with liquid, that she hears like a broken fire hydrant and loses all control, resulting in a hilarious spit-take. Her shoulders quake with silent laughter as she proceeds to wipe her mouth and grab napkins to blot herself with. ]
[ There's a small chuckle at the back of her throat as she hands him off a few napkins. ]
You've gotten me one way. Just have to see if you will the other.
[ That's not a guarantee, of course. Or was it? Just what is it about him that has her drawn to him, bothering to flirt so shamelessly, knowing the kind of man he is, what he's capable of. She's not even sure herself. And yet, here she is, finding herself scooting closer to him, leaning over temptingly, and running the tip of her warm tongue up his cheek to catch some of that backwashed alcohol she so kindly sprayed all over him. Yummy. ]
[ Eiji takes the napkins, but doesn't use them. He keeps his flat expression right up until she sidles up and lets her tongue run over his skin. And it's when she tries to stop he raises a hand, aiming to get a grip of her hair to keep her close. ]
You missed a spot.
[ He's decided to ramp it up some. Why not? A tongue bath to clean him off is only fair, she made the mess. ]
[ She tries to move away and becomes flustered when his hand slides up the back of her head and fists some of her hair. It's only mild disbelief that crosses her face at first until the look in her eyes sharpens and suddenly she looks amused.
You missed a spot.
Fine then. She can play it his way.
Eiji won't even need to guide her; she leans back in, grabbing his face, and immediately starts cleaning the mess up with her tongue. She's thorough about it, catching every drop or trace, making sure not to miss a single spot, and they're probably getting looks over this but it won't seem to deter her any. She's actually quite into it. It's when she reaches his mouth that she takes special care to go slow about it. Careful. She trails the tip of her tongue around his mouth first, then over them, in between them, as if to coax his tongue out to play. ]
[ Eiji quickly realises he doesn't need to guide Faye, but he keeps a fistful of her hair all the same. It's there just for effect and a promise that should she try to shirk her duty, he can force the issue. Instead, he participates by tipping his face this way and that, making sure there are no obstructions to her tongue. During the process, he idly ponders what sort of demon Faye would make- soon he will have his power to transform anyone into one, he's sure. Just as certain is that Faye would make a magnificent demon...
The mental image of the demonic Faye with her ten-foot tongue and glamourous diamond fangs, golden plated body with platinum claws (just one of endless possibilities, mind you) has to be set aside when the only spot left is his lips.
He doesn't need coaxing. The second her tongue slides between his lips he sucks it in with suddenness akin to a bear trap catching its prey. Odd looks or not, he doesn't care as he uses his other muscular arm to pull her in, pressing her soft body against the iron-hard muscles of his. Tightening his grip in her hair enough to be on the verge of pain. Touching the knife edge but not drawing blood. Sums up the entire experience of flirting with Eiji, really. ]
[ Her tongue is snatched like an insect in a Venus flytrap and she gasps from the sensation. Within seconds, their lips are colliding into a spirited kiss — no blood, just spit. She moves onto his lap just as he pulls her in close, grunting against his mouth at the pressure applied that brings her body flush against his beefy frame. She seems to melt right into the kiss; her arms draping over his shoulders while her thighs squeeze around his lap. As if she had planned this all along, like some kind of succubus.
An involuntary moan rolls off her tongue as it wrestles with his and she finds herself unable to pull away, not so much because she probably couldn't anyway, but more because she doesn't necessarily want to. She makes a trek up his neck using her hands, all the way to his hair, where her fingers then curl, forming a grip, and she tugs. ]
[ It's true Faye would make a spectacular succubus, a perfect honeypot soul stealer. Even as a mere human millions of people would go wild for her body and sultry style, with a few supernatural tweaks, there would be just as many who would die for a taste of her.
That said? She'd be a really fucking cute sphinx, lazing about and being moody as a cat.
Speculation on her eventual transformation is not on Eiji's mind presently. Her human form is a good start, especially when those sweet moans come out and her hands give him such loving attention. His arm around her waist adjusts just slightly, and her weight is supported by him getting a tight handful of her ass. He doesn't care it's public and likely to get more of those delicious sounds from her. He sucks her tongue hard as even as he uses his grip of her hair to pull her painted lips off of him, his smirk slightly smudged with the colour. He shoots a sharp gaze to the other patrons, especially at those with jealous faces or dropped jaws. ]
Mm. I should fuck you right here, but I'll be nice and take you home. Unless you'd prefer we do it here.
[ Not fucking was apparently unavailable as an option. She was going to take his dick, choking or no, public or no. ]
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You think you could, with those lovely little hands? Or you want to use a belt or something?
[ He doesn't give her any special indication that he'd like or dislike it. If he'd allow it. The maybe, maybe not manner is surely part of the challenge. ]
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You think you could? She has to smile. ]
I know I could.
[ The confidence would be unnerving if it weren't uncommon for her. ]
A belt would also suffice.
[ They're both brought a refill of their drinks. She waits until they're alone again before she adds: ]
I imagine I could ride you better that way while effectively choking you at the same time. Wouldn't you say so?
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Hmm... [ Eiji brings his own cigarette to the verge of oblivion and puts it out on his palm, a quick sizzling sound signifying it’s end. He often does things like that, reminders he’s tough as nails and twice as sharp. ] I’d agree that theoretically, if you were to want to bounce on my dick and choke me, that’d be a great way to do it.
[ He swipes a finger through the froth of his fresh beer, letting the accumulated drop drip onto his tongue. ]
It’d be best if I was in your ass though. Then I could finger bang you at the same time.
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Tough guy.
[ Playfully. She grabs her second drink now, takes a long sip that allows her to enjoy the taste more, listening while Eiji supplies her with another description. Pulling her mouth away, she almost laughs, and runs her tongue along her lips in thought. ]
I think a little more attention on my clit would yield better results. You want me to come, don't you?
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I want you to squirt like a broken fire hydrant, yeah.
[ He almost loses it, but covers it by once again taking a deep, long drink of his beer. He downs half of it in one go and when he's down, clunks the glass on the table and makes a pleased 'puwaaah' sound. Making his indecent proposals seem as natural as possible. ]
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Goddamn it, Eiji.
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Hm.
[ You know what, he has something for this- ]
Not what I meant, but... mission accomplished.
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You've gotten me one way. Just have to see if you will the other.
[ That's not a guarantee, of course. Or was it? Just what is it about him that has her drawn to him, bothering to flirt so shamelessly, knowing the kind of man he is, what he's capable of. She's not even sure herself. And yet, here she is, finding herself scooting closer to him, leaning over temptingly, and running the tip of her warm tongue up his cheek to catch some of that backwashed alcohol she so kindly sprayed all over him. Yummy. ]
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You missed a spot.
[ He's decided to ramp it up some. Why not? A tongue bath to clean him off is only fair, she made the mess. ]
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You missed a spot.
Fine then. She can play it his way.
Eiji won't even need to guide her; she leans back in, grabbing his face, and immediately starts cleaning the mess up with her tongue. She's thorough about it, catching every drop or trace, making sure not to miss a single spot, and they're probably getting looks over this but it won't seem to deter her any. She's actually quite into it. It's when she reaches his mouth that she takes special care to go slow about it. Careful. She trails the tip of her tongue around his mouth first, then over them, in between them, as if to coax his tongue out to play. ]
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The mental image of the demonic Faye with her ten-foot tongue and glamourous diamond fangs, golden plated body with platinum claws (just one of endless possibilities, mind you) has to be set aside when the only spot left is his lips.
He doesn't need coaxing. The second her tongue slides between his lips he sucks it in with suddenness akin to a bear trap catching its prey. Odd looks or not, he doesn't care as he uses his other muscular arm to pull her in, pressing her soft body against the iron-hard muscles of his. Tightening his grip in her hair enough to be on the verge of pain. Touching the knife edge but not drawing blood. Sums up the entire experience of flirting with Eiji, really. ]
sorry for the wait!!
An involuntary moan rolls off her tongue as it wrestles with his and she finds herself unable to pull away, not so much because she probably couldn't anyway, but more because she doesn't necessarily want to. She makes a trek up his neck using her hands, all the way to his hair, where her fingers then curl, forming a grip, and she tugs. ]
Always worth the wait. ❤
That said? She'd be a really fucking cute sphinx, lazing about and being moody as a cat.
Speculation on her eventual transformation is not on Eiji's mind presently. Her human form is a good start, especially when those sweet moans come out and her hands give him such loving attention. His arm around her waist adjusts just slightly, and her weight is supported by him getting a tight handful of her ass. He doesn't care it's public and likely to get more of those delicious sounds from her. He sucks her tongue hard as even as he uses his grip of her hair to pull her painted lips off of him, his smirk slightly smudged with the colour. He shoots a sharp gaze to the other patrons, especially at those with jealous faces or dropped jaws. ]
Mm. I should fuck you right here, but I'll be nice and take you home. Unless you'd prefer we do it here.
[ Not fucking was apparently unavailable as an option. She was going to take his dick, choking or no, public or no. ]