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</div>Name: Oshiro YamiAge: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<br/>Wearing:[see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>While he had taken the shot of liquor, what Yami was really drinking in was every reaction he’d elicited from the woman he’d caught in his snare. She may pretend she felt nothing, avoid eye contact and act as if she didn’t care one way or the other, but her moan when he sank his teeth into her was all too telling how incredibly false all of that was. She wanted him. In truth, he wanted her too. He wanted to see her writhe in ecstasy with every touch he made.<br/><br/>So when she turned to face away from him, her attempts at trying to regain composure, the grin on his face only widened. His arms were still on either side of her, his heat mixing with her own with their closeness. The alcohol was even beginning to add to his interest in her as it swam through his system.<br/><br/>Her timid request for him to get onto the bar only caused him to want to play even more. A deep chuckle reverberated off his chest and out his throat as he leaned just a bit further against her, his chest completely against her back, her rear against his crotch. He let his left hand slide across the countertop toward her hand, fingers sliding along her own digits and up the back of her hand, up her arm, keeping the motion smooth as it traveled to her shoulder and across her back, reaching for her hair on her right side and shifting it again out of his way. With her neck and ear fully exposed to him once again, his lips fell towards her lobe, tickling it as he whispered, “Are you sure?” His fingers then moved to tangle into her hair, teasing the idea of grabbing it again as he closed his hand over the strands just a bit, but not all the way. “I don’t know about you,” the tip of his nose traveled down the rim of her ear, down her jaw, his hot breath brushing softly against the skin of her neck, “but I think the position I’m in right now is far more…enticing.” Again he would tease, his teeth just scraping at her neck, before taking one more quick nibble and nip, not as hard as before, but certainly not gentle.<br/><br/>Whatever her reaction may be, Yami would pull away and grin, chuckling softly then letting both hands fall away from her and back to his own sides. He’d take a small step away to allow her just enough space to turn and move, though only just barely. If she wants him back against her, he’d happily oblige. But if not, why not give her a chance to show him what she’s made of?<br/><br/>With his hands back at the hem of his shirt, he lifted it up over his head in one smooth motion and tossed it to the floor. His upper body would be in full view, barely inches away from her own body, chiseled and fair with not a spot of hair. Whether that was genetics, or the result of grooming, one would not be able to tell, but his skin was smooth and blemish free, save for a few interesting Easter eggs. His left nipple was pierced with a small hoop, and when he moved to climb onto the bar, she would be able to catch a glimpse of a single wing tattooed along the length of the left side of his back. As he laid there, he’d let one hand rest behind his head, the other tugging gently at the waistband of his pants another inch downwards, allowing her access to as much of his torso as possible for her to do with it what she will (and perhaps teasing just a bit more of his V for her to view). All the while, his dark eyes remained on her, watching her every move, barely even blinking as his relaxed and mischievous grin remained on his face the entire time no matter how she moved. If she ever looked him in the eye during her prepping and/or drinking, she would see the intrigue, lust, and fire still ever present in his gaze, as if daring her to make eye contact and feel nothing.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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