[ hot below his hand and dense with muscle. He's easily affected, though, after that chase -- he's already half-hard, passed against the small of the doctor's back. ]
[twists around so he can touch him properly, sliding down the ground so that he's eye-level with his waist, looking up at him over the rim of his glasses]
[ yyeesss. he gives a raw sort of laugh, reaching forward with one hand to sink it into jizabel's hair and push it out of his face, rocking his hips upwards into the warmth and heat of his mouth. ]
[ the laugh turns into a growl halfway through at that, eyes narrowed and fingers tightening slightly against his scalp, his thrusts upwards short and fast. sorry bout your throat buddy. ]
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Then, don't. But rest assured, I'm not so easily broken.
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You human, Jizabel?
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Yes, I am.
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[ decisively. He shifts slightly to allow that touch, even as hossa own hand pushes up under his shirt to hossa bare chest. ]
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None at all?
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Can't risk it.
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Will you object if I bite you?
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[finding the hem of his pants and dipping his fingers in]
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May I...?
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Oh, fuck yeah.
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Come on. You can do more than that.
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and then pulls his head off him, with a pleased sigh. ]
Not bad.
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Hah... thank you.