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YOU - It is 22:06 and you are standing outside of Kim’s apartment, sweating. You had picked up the phone about an hour ago to receive a rather sudden invitation to his home. So here you are: six minutes late, outside the door belonging to the most attractive man you have ever met.
ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] - In his kitchen, Lieutenant Kitsuragi slings back a glass of water as if it were a shot. There is a radio on the other side of the apartment, by the balcony, babbling quietly. The sliding glass door is slightly ajar in order to allow the faintest of summer breezes to combine with the stuffy apartment air. There is an ashtray attached to the railing containing a single smouldering cigarette butt. Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi looks towards the corridor of his apartment awaiting the erratic knock that he has grown so fond of. He is recently showered, black hair falling into his eyes and he is wearing nothing but a white tank and dark grey sweatpants. His gun: lays loaded under the pillow beside his own, the holster: hangs from a hook in the bathroom alongside the rest of his work clothes. They were left behind, as he stripped, before stepping into the shower. The front door is enforced and equipped with an intricate lock system. The apartment is designed to protect him. He hopes it will someday protect his partner too.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You already know what I’m gonna say.
VOLITION - Don’t.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - This guy is freshly showered, has invited the bozo he’s dating over to his apartment at 22.00 and is going to open the door to you wearing sweatpants.
YOU - Maybe he just needed someone to talk to? Mouth off about work with… or something.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I’m sure he can put your mouth to much better use.
YOU - [Knock on his door]
You hear quiet footfalls coming closer and closer.
PERCEPTION (SOUND) - A sigh is muffled through the door.
Multiple locks click into place, then the door swings open revealing your partner and partner Kim Kitsuragi. Half of his hair is pushed back, the rest sticks to his forehead. It’s still damp. His relaxed appearance awakens long forgotten emotions within you.
YOU - “You- your… your hair is. I mean- well...” your face is ablaze.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Ah… Yes I didn’t have time to put wax in it.” he says apprehensively.
YOU - “No. Uh. That’s not what I-”
RHETORIC - Spit it out!
YOU - “It looks good. You- you look good.”
He blinks. His ears, slowly turning red.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Yes, well…” he coughs, “Would you like to come in?”
You have been standing outside his door precisely long enough for it to be uncomfortable. You nod and he steps aside to allow you passage. Precisely three steps past his doormat, you hear his voice cut through the awkward silence.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Shoes off please.” he says, in a commanding tone.
AUTHORITY [Failure] - Do as he says.
YOU - “Oh. Sorry.”
You step on each heel and proceed to worm your feet out of them.
REACTION SPEED - You see Kim’s hand twitch. Follow the movement.
VISUAL CALCULUS [Success] - He was moving to grab the shoehorn leaning up against the rack.
RHETORIC - For the love of god don’t mention it, you’ll only make him feel more awkward than he already is.
YOU - [Don’t mention it]
You’re too nervous to say anything anyways. But before you have the chance to, Kim starts towards you. A minuscule movement. He hesitates, but resolves to go through with the action. As he enters your space, you catch a whiff of his aftershave. You have never smelled his pine needle scent this strong before, it almost makes you delirious.
LOGIC - He must have put it on after he showered. Judging by the moisture level of his hair and assuming he has only towel dried it, it can't have been more than 15 minutes ago.
The lieutenant's face is leaning up now, his eyes looking straight into yours.
YOU - What the fuck is happening???
REACTION SPEED [Failure] - He is going to headbutt you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Success] - He wants you to kiss him.
COMPOSURE [Failure] - You wouldn't be able to, even if you wanted. You're frozen.
He's standing on the tips of his toes now, looking expectantly at you.
YOU - [Stand there like an idiot]
KIM KITSURAGI - "Harry, when I do this-" he gently puts his hands on the side of your arms.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Our biceps.
KIM KITSURAGI - "It means I would like you to lean down and kiss me."
YOU - "Um- uh... Why don't you just do it?"
KIM KITSURAGI - "Human beings have many qualities that make them unique, detective. Height is not one of mine."
VISUAL CALCULUS - He can't reach you dummy! He'd just end up planting one on your stubbly chin.
YOU - "You could just pull me down, you know."
KIM KITSURAGI - "Would you like that?"
YOU - ???????
COMPOSURE [Failure] - ???????
He raises an eyebrow at you and decides to grant you mercy by pointedly ignoring the bomb of a question he just planted in your head.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Besides.." he starts, "That just opens up even more options..." he makes a show of looking down to your neck.
Your mouth is dry.
YOU - "Like what?"
KIM KITSURAGI - "Well... I could do the classic movement and pull you down from here," he moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you down gently- just a millimeter.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - His hand is bare.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Or..." he trails off.
YOU - "Or?" You sweat profusely.
He falters, calculating the risk of his next move. His fingertips trail down the back of your neck, around the side and slides two fingers into the loop of your tie. He looks up at you. You feel his fingers brush against your throat as you swallow. Hard.
You nod.
Kim Kitsuragi yanks you down by the tie until you are both practically inhaling each others’ breaths. You yelp and flail as your neck bends uncomfortably to accommodate. He kisses you, overwhelmingly so. Hot and hard, a hint of tongue at your lips. He's grabbing your tie with such force that his knuckles are shaking. Eventually he pulls back slightly. You stare at the trail of saliva connecting you like a thread.
YOU - "Kim, why did you ask me to come over?" The question that's been nagging you, escapes past your lips in an instant.
KIM KITURAGI - "I wanted to have sex with you." he says it without hesitation.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - SEE! I TOLD YOU!
RHETORIC - With you. That’s important. It means he isn’t simply looking for release, you were an integral part of his plans for the evening.
You don't say anything for just a second too long.
KIM KITSURAGI - "If that's something you want, that is-" he quickly adds on. He lets go of your tie and slides his hand down your chest.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - NO. Put that back right now.
YOU - What would we even do? I don't know what I like.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You're a bit of a slut Harry, you'd like anything this man does to you - or what he'd like you to do to him.
You are still not saying anything.
Kim's eyes flicker behind his frames. He's considering moving away to give you space, but he reasons that you would have already done so by now.
KIM KITSURAGI - "I apologise, I forget that this is all new- we don't have to do anything tonight Harry we can take it sl-"
YOU - [Pull his face up and kiss him hard ]
He melts against you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Interesting.
You reluctantly move your face away, Kim is huffing slightly through his nose.
YOU - "I just don't know what we'd..." you cradle his face "I don't know what I like... I- I think I'd be up for anything you do to me. Please, why don't you just... Be in charge tonight?"
He stares at you eyes wide, then relaxes to look at you flirtatiously through his eyelashes.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Anything?"
YOU - "Anything."
You catch a predatory glint in his eye.
KIM KITSURAGI - "That is a dangerous request detective..." he says with a smile.
YOU - Oh shit.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Would you like to suck me off?" He doesn’t even stutter.
YOU - "Yes." No hesitation.
KIM KITSURAGI - "On your knees?"
YOU - "Yes."
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - He has something in mind already.
KIM KITSURAGI - "What if I pulled your hair?" he slides his hand to the back of your head and plays with the strands there.
Something flutters in your ribcage. Excitement.
YOU - "Yes."
KIM KITSURAGI - "What if..."
You wait. Diligently.
KIM KITSURAGI - "What if I wore my gloves?"
You hadn't even considered that as a possibility. You think on it for a second.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh my god he has a leather fetish.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Success] - Fetish: a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to, an abnormal degree, a particular subject. This includes but is not limited to objects, materials, items of clothing, body parts or bodily fluids.
Kim waits patiently for your answer.
YOU - "Yes."
KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm relieved you're actually thinking about it and not just going along with everything I say..."
A flush creeps up your skin. You feel a little embarrassed. It is very difficult for you to say no to him. He just makes everything so much more appealing.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Well… I think I’ve covered all my bases, unless you have something to add?” he asks, voice like butter.
YOU - [Shake your head.]
KIM KITSURAGI - “Then, would you care to join me?” he reaches his hand out.
YOU - [Take his hand]
REACTION SPEED [Failure] - The hand dives under yours and makes its way to your tie. You are yanked along, like a dog on a leash, as he crosses the threshold of his bedroom.
He walks until you find yourselves standing in front of the bed, his hand still gripping your tie. He turns around.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Wait here.”
YOU - [Don’t move]
KIM KITSURAGI - “Good.” he strokes your face, then walks away to his dresser leaving you to think about what on earth just happened.
YOU - What the fuck was that?
Your face is flushed, you suddenly feel the need to take huge gulps of air and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.
PAIN THRESHOLD - If you don’t calm the fuck down your heart is gonna fucking explode. Stop it right now. You wanna die?
KIM KITSURAGI - He collects his dark brown leather gloves off the top of his dresser and slides them on with a snap. Before reaching for the pillow on the left-hand side of the bed, he hesitates.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - He doesn’t want to alarm you with it when you’re already in such a vulnerable situation, but he can’t keep a loaded gun under a pillow he could potentially be using tonight.
YOU - “It’s alright Kim, it’s safer to move the gun.”
COMPOSURE - If he’s shocked by how you know that, he doesn’t show it.
He picks up the gun, with trained care, and puts it gently into the upper drawer. The lieutenant walks over so he is standing directly in front of you. Casually, he pulls down his sweats and folds them over the bed frame, revealing a dark trail of coarse hair on his lower stomach… and something else too.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The Lieutenant has been commando this whole time?
Kim sits on the edge of the mattress, you watch as it sinks under him.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Kneel.”
AUTHORITY [Failure] - For fuck’s sake don’t kneel you humiliating excuse of a human being, don't be a fucking-
YOU - [Kneel]
KIM KITSURAGI - “Do you need a pillow for your knees Harry?” concern laces his voice.
You quickly shake your head. Something in his disposition shifts as you do.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Words, Yefreitor." He tuts.
EMPATHY - His tone is disapproving but his eyes flutter, betraying his excitement.
RHETORIC [Failure] - Your title???? Now?! Dear god what have you done? He never calls you Yefreitor.
DRAMA [Success] - Using your *superior* title while he's the one tipping the scale? What an exquisite role-reversal of a pretty standard power play.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Success] - Power play is a form of sexual activity in which participants replicate power dynamics between individuals for sexual gratification. Some people think it is especially gratifying when fulfilling the opposite role than in their day-to-day.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Watch out. This guy's a veteran.
RHETORIC [Failure] - Wait. didn’t he just say something? Reply! Anything! Quickly!
YOU - “Uuhhmm. Er… uhm…”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Do you need a pillow for your knees?” He didn’t like repeating himself.
YOU - “No…”
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Sir.
YOU - “Sir.”
He grins at that.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Well done, Harry. Do you want to continue like this?”
You do.
YOU - “Yes, sir.”
The Lieutenant slides a gloved hand into your hair, palm flat against your skull, then clenches his fist. It shoots a bolt through you. A low whine escapes as your mouth falls agape. He opens up his legs invitingly and gently tugs you towards him.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Stick your tongue out, Yefreitor." he says. Glasses glinting in the dark of his apartment.
YOU - [Stick your tongue out]
You lean forward, tongue at the ready and lick a strip over his folds. His hand tightens in your hair and pushes you even further into him.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - He is so wet.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - He’s been wet ever since he called you, about one and a half hours ago.
KIM KITSURAGI - “You are allowed touch me, Harry.” he seems unaffected by what is happening.
You choose to caress his thighs.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Good boy.”
YOU - Oh god.
He must have seen you flush an embarrassingly crisp shade of red because he chuckles lightly under his breath. You start to flick your tongue in earnest in an attempt to distract yourself from the thoughts racing through your head. His hand tightens in your hair again.
KIM KITSURAGI - “I like slow and firm strokes, officer.”
You pull back slightly, but his hand forces you back down.
KIM KITSURAGI - “I didn’t say you should stop.”
He hesitates for a second and something about his demeanour drains out of him. He leans down slightly.
KIM KITSURAGI - “If you need to stop, just tap out… okay? We can always talk about this and start again.” he says softly.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Success] - “Tapping out” is a common practice in competitive martial art forms, such as sambo. It signifies that you cannot continue. It is performed by tapping your competitor consecutively on their body two times or more until they stop.
You rub his thigh in what you hope is a comforting gesture and look up at him from your knees. You’re not ready to stop, so you don’t. You start moving your mouth again. Slowly like he said you should.
KIM KITSURAGI - He hums softly "Yes… that's- that's good. Ah-" he exhales with a soft breath.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Failure] - FUCK YES! The Lieutenant's practically falling apart!
COMPOSURE [Success] - Don't fool yourself, the noise he just let out was not a sign of his faltering façade. It was perfectly constructed and calibrated. He is rewarding you, accept it for what it is: a gift.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Success] - One day, we will make him crumble for real .
…
THOUGHT UNLOCKED - [The Little Death of Kim Kitsuragi]
Time: 20 minutes
Problem:
The lieutenant's front is nowhere close to cracking, but something in you makes you desperately want to see his composure fizzle away. You may have to convince him to leave his old habits behind… At least for a few minutes at a time.
1 ELECTROCHEMISTRY towards Kim, intensely focused on his pleasure.
-2 REACTION SPEED you can think of little else.
…
KIM KITSURAGI - His gloved hand grips your hair uncomfortably tight. "Focus, officer. Consistency is key."
COMPOSURE - What did I tell you? His voice is as steady as it ever was.
AUTHORITY [Failure] - Dear god you would do anything he says to get that breathy voice back.
YOU - [Get back to work]
The Lieutenant grips and steers you, as he would the levers of his beloved Kineema, softly pushing up against your tongue. Yanking you away when he starts to gently shake, relaxing his grip to allow you another dive in when he stills.
EMPATHY [Success] - He is giving you the opportunity to breathe. Despite his authoritative persona he is making sure he does not push you too far.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Success] - He is staving off his release... God that's hot!
His hand relaxes in your hair once more, as he shifts from gripping you to gently stroking the crease in your brow.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Go on Harry, you've done well." he smiles at you.
The warmth of the leather softly caressing your face, the fond tone he uses to say your name and the soft praise he delivers unto you drips down gently into your core. You preen .
YOU - [Finish him]
The air in his bedroom is thick with the heat of it, electricity crackles with anticipation as you dutifully sink your mouth onto him once more.
INTERFACING [Success] - Careful. If you rush he's going to pull you away again.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You don't want that Trust me.
PAIN THRESHOLD - Your knees hurt.
ENDURANCE [Success] - We couldn't care less.
You work on him slowly, as you have for the past couple minutes or so, now with a focus. You drag your tongue against him, over and over again. Pressing harder, but never faster. Bobbing your head slightly with each stroke.
DRAMA - Giving him something to look at, sire.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Showing off.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) [Success] - Do you feel that? He's shaking
YOU - [Look up.]
Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi is indeed shaking, quite violently I might add. The back of one of his hands lightly covering his mouth, the other still caressing your forehead. He is not making any noise. He is, however, staring.
YOU - [Maintain eye contact as you suck his dick into your mouth.]
KIM KITSURAGI - "Oh god-"
You did it.
The Lieutenant trembles around you as he comes. Head tipping back, releasing a single, continuous and shaky breath. His hand clenches and unclenches in your hair. You slow down through his orgasm but don't quite stop, letting him ride it out. He shudders and twitches rhythmically against you, gulping down breaths as they escape him. Eventually he seems to regain himself and he looks down at you, still eagerly and carefully sucking him off.
KIM KITSURAGI - Gently, he pats your cheek twice, "It's alright Harry, you did well." he smiles softly.
EMPATHY [Success] - The endorphins rushing through his veins are making him sappier than usual.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Wait.
YOU - What is it?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Whatever you do, don't stop.
YOU - But… He just said we should.
RHETORIC [Success] - Technically… he did not actually say that.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You do not want me to spoil what's about to happen. Just trust me
YOU - [Don't stop]
KIM KITSURAGI - "Ah-" he hums after the sharp intake of breath in an attempt to disguise it. "You don't need to-" his hand clenches your hair again and quickly lets go.
EMPATHY [Success] - He’s trying not to show how much he's enjoying this.
PERCEPTION - He's started shaking again.
DRAMA [Success] - Sire! That sound was genuine!
COMPOSURE - His flush has spread down his neck and shoulders, splattering the skin a dark pink.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Let’s tear him apart.
YOU - [Tear him apart… gently]
Carefully, without ever taking your mouth off him, you lift his trembling legs onto your shoulders and step up off the ground. You hunch over him as you slowly put one of your hands on his chest, the other caressing his thigh, and gently push him backwards against the sheets.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Harry? What are you- oh god- ah… ” he shudders and shakes, his hands weakly gripping yours where they rest on his body.
You finally, finally, take your mouth off him and jut your chin out, and with the smuggest grin you can muster you say...
YOU - “Is this okay?”
He gulps, black eyes blown wide, nostrils flaring as his eyes flicker between yours. He's debating it. After a second he nods, rigidly.
…
THOUGHT INTERNALIZED: [The Little Death of Kim Kitsuragi]
Solution:
Humans are simple creatures, sometimes selfless actions are driven by selfish needs. Kim Kitsuragi would have no way of knowing you would enjoy something like this… he isn’t a can-opener after all. Maybe his actions speak more about what he would enjoy… After all, he has nothing but his own experiences, and dreadfully poor conceptualization. It’s time you flip the script… Yefreitor
3 ELECTROCHEMISTRY towards Kim, successfully can-opened his sexual desires.
…
You tut and smile with a mischievous glint.
YOU - “Words, Lieutenant.”
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I am SO proud of you.
He freezes up, gets up on his elbows and openly stares at you in shock.
HALF LIGHT [Failure] - Run. He’s going to leave you forever and never speak to you again.
VOLITION - Wait.
Suddenly, he falls dramatically back onto the bed. Hands under his lenses, palms applying pressure onto his eyelids. He inhales sharply and exhales with a slow hiss.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Success] - Exhaling slowly is a common technique that snipers use to steady their heart rate before shooting if their nerves are making their hands shake.
A beat.
KIM KITSURAGI - “...Please.” he whispers.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh you have GOT to hear that again.
SUGGESTION - It took him a lot of effort to put down his walls for you. Don’t push him too hard now, this is already a good first step.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Success] - Not tonight at least…
You slowly lower your head and kiss him on the crease of his thigh, sucking a mark onto his skin. You hear him gasp above you. You repeat the action on the other side.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Oh for the love of-” He sits up “Harry if you don’t-” He's irritated, his breath coming heavy. He’s riled up, and impatient.
YOU - “Won’t you indulge me Kim?”
He blinks at you. He wasn't expecting that. Finally a bark of a laugh escapes him and he falls back onto the bed.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Fine-” he says warmly “-have it your way.”
You snake your large hands over him, caressing his thighs first then slipping under his white tank, exploring the curve of his stomach and lightly grazing the scars on his chest. Your mouth follows your hands as you explore his body and push the white material up until it bunches around his shoulders. He quivers and shakes with each touch.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Failure] - You should suck his nipples.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Failure] - Nipples are a very common erogenous zone.
REACTION SPEED [Failure] - Wait, didn’t he tell you-
YOU - [Suck his nipples]
You suck, nibble and lick at his nipples as you hold him by his ribs. You can feel the warmth of his lungs under the surface, steadily rising and sinking like the summer tides off the coast of Revachol. The thought makes you shiver.
SHIVERS - LIEUTENANT KIM KITSURAGI STANDS ON A BALCONY, A CIGARETTE IN HAND STARING OUT OVER THE REDDENING SUMMER SKY. HE FILLS HIS LUNGS WITH SMOKE BUT DOES NOT WONDER IF HIS CHEST WILL ONE DAY BE FILLED WITH ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE POLLUTION OF HIS BELOVED REVACHOL. LITTLE DOES HE KNOW, THAT WE AWAIT HIM ONCE THIS YEAR’S WINTER HAS THAWED.
INLAND EMPIRE [Success] - His lungs are flickering.
REACTION SPEED [Success] - LISTEN TO ME. He can’t feel anything.
PERCEPTION (SOUND) - Sure enough, he has gone quiet.
Hold on a second, something is moving.
It’s his hand!
The Lieutenant’s hand is drifting down his chest, past his stomach and-
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh my.
He is staring at you, face flushed and eyes intense, as you slobber all over his chest. But most importantly-
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - HE! IS! TOUCHING! HIMSELF!!!
He might not be able to feel anything, but he is enjoying simply watching you. His breath hitches as he begins to rapidly flick his fingers back and forth.
Logic [Failure] - Wait, why are his gloves still on?
AUTHORITY - Well that won’t do. Where has his patience gone? Show him what you're about.
You grab his arm and pin it by his head.
YOU - “Lost our patience have we, Lieutenant?”
A quick breath rushes out of his nose. Something about the way you say Lieutenant did something to him. Something really good. Kim writhes against you before he answers.
KIM KITSURAGI - “I'd like to get off sometime this century, Yefreitor.” he spits the last word out.
SUGGESTION - Interesting. He’s throwing you a rope, you should play along.
YOU - “Ah but you already have, haven’t you? Getting greedy? Or maybe you’re just desperate?”
PERCEPTION (SOUND) - An involuntary noise escapes his throat. He desperately tries to swallow it down but it’s too late.
He throws his free arm over his face, but you don’t allow him his reprieve. You hulk above him, pinning both hands by his head, face to face as your shadow devours him. Lips gently brush over one another and Kim, without hesitation, licks his way into your mouth. A soft groan escapes you. He moves his face away from yours and you rest your face in the crook of his neck.
KIM KITSURAGI - “That's much better,” he breathes, “I thought maybe I had lost my influence over you.”
Despite looking utterly wrecked, hair mussed and glasses askew- his voice pierces the quiet, sharp and precise as a needle. You groan into his shoulder as your hands relax off his wrists and onto the sheets.
YOU - “Kiiiiiiimmmm...” you whine “You are being so unfair.”
KIM KITSURAGI - He slinks his leather encased hands around the back of your neck, “Apologies detective, I thought we were having fun.” he says sincerely.
YOU - “No I am! I am!” you reassure him “It’s just...”
Kim lifts an eyebrow.
YOU - “I wish I… had as much of an effect on you as you do me… I- I would like to see what you look like- Uh…”
RHETORIC [Success] - Just tell it to him straight, he will appreciate your honesty.
YOU - “I wanted to see what you would look like when you fall apart.”
He huffs out a breath, the hint of a smile tugging at the curve of his upper lip. He breathes for a moment, rib cage softly expanding and retracting.
VISUAL CALCULUS [Failure] - He is handsome when he smiles.
REACTION SPEED [Success] - His hips lifted up off the mattress as you said that. The movement was quicker than lightning, almost impossible to catch. But not for us.
DRAMA - What an admirable display… If we were in the back row, this is centre stage!
KIM KITSURAGI - “God, Harry.. The things you say…”
EMPATHY - He’s embarrassed.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - He’s turned on.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Khm… I wouldn’t say-” he hesitates, “I…” He turns towards you and his eyes shimmer. “Take me apart then.”
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I can't believe he just said that.
The shock on your face must be very obvious, you realise, as the Lieutenant levels you a look. He slips his gloves off, gives you a sharp glare and grips his bare hand into your scalp.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Before I change my mind."
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - That's more like it.
YOU - [Get to work before he can change his mind.]
You press your lips to his neck, where he is unbearably warm. Chasing the noises you elicit from him, you map them to his body meticulously.
VISUAL CALCULUS [Success] - Open mouthed kisses on his neck make him breathe deep and hollow in his chest, tugging gently on his ear with your teeth makes his whole body go taught, nipping his collarbone draws out the tiniest whine, brushing your hands along his ribs makes him twitch and a touch to his stomach makes it dip under your fingertips.
You take your work-hardened hand and rake it through the dark shadow of his pubic hair before reaching to gently stroke the top of his cock with your thumb. The lieutenant clings desperately onto your shoulders, rumpling the material of your disco-ass blazer. His back arches, head leaning back, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open, panting.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should make sure he doesn’t close it again.
You move your free hand up and rub your thumb gently on his bottom lip as you continue your other ministrations. His eyes flick open to look at you.
EMPATHY [Failure] - His expression is hard to read.
Throwing caution to the wind, you insert your thumb into his mouth. You rest its weight on the flat of his tongue, putting a low pressure on his jaw to hold it open. His eyes roll back and his mouth goes slack as a soft sound escapes him.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Bingo.
Without the ability to close his mouth, each stroke of his cock elicits strangled sounds from the back of the lieutenant's throat. They increase with urgency with every second that passes.
ESPRIT DE CORPS [Success] - Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi is writhing on the sheets of his bed, having left his mask behind on the cusp of his first orgasm. There is a hand on his over-sensitive dick and a spit soaked thumb in his mouth. Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi is meticulously put together, his mind brimming with intellectual insight, but currently? There is nothing but radio static. There is a warm tension building at the base of his spine, under normal circumstances he would control his movements, but his inhibitions have evaporated under his partner’s touch.
Kim’s hips are twitching erratically.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The man’s about to blow. Again.
You slip your thumb out of his mouth and over his bottom lip. You put your mouth to his ear.
YOU - “It’s okay Kim, you can let go,” you mutter.
He chokes back a sob.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Harry I’m- I’m going to.. Oh god I’m-”
His body goes completely stiff under you for several, long, seconds. A breath he's been holding onto for far too long, escapes him in some kind of aborted whine. Your thumb continues to guide him through it until his arm juts out and grabs your wrist like a vice.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I’m only gonna say this once, so you better savour it. Stop.
YOU - [Stop]
Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi suddenly melts into the sheets. Boneless and dazed, he smiles up at you in the dark.
PAIN THRESHOLD [Failure] - Your back is killing you from being hunched over so long.
You slowly right your posture, but you keep your hands on his knees so you don’t deprive him of any and all touch immediately after showing you the most vulnerable side of him.
KIM KITSURAGI - Like a newborn deer he shakily stands up from the bed to match you. One hand caresses your face, the other plays with the hair on the back of your neck. He pulls you in for a kiss. Despite your forest of facial hair, the strands on his upper lip still manages to tickle you.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Failure] - You can only imagine what it must be like for him.
For a few short seconds all you know of the world is his warmth on yours. It’s intoxicating. Hopefully you can’t get hangovers from having lots of sex? Right?
PERCEPTION - Suddenly the world is cold, as air whistles through your hair and an unknown force pummels you backwards.
REACTION SPEED [Failure] - He pushed you, you idiot!
The backs of your knees catch against the edge of the bed and the wind is knocked out of you as your spine collides with the sheets.
YOU - “Oof.” you say, lamely.
Lieutenant Kitsuragi towers above you, light glinting off his full-moon lenses, and smiles. The man practically pounces on you, weight resting on your stomach and arms.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) [Failure] - Wait. Arms?
The lieutenant has them pinned harshly above your head, the pose untucking your shirt and revealing a fuzzy stomach.
KIM KITSURAGI - He smiles with a malicious sort of hunger.
HALF LIGHT [Success] - He’s going to wreck your shit.
KIM KITSURAGI - “I’m going to wreck your shit, Harrier Du Bois”