[janus has come to love many things about the bodies of women, as they understand them. they've met women who use them as weapons as often as not— deadly and agile, swift to strike, their balance centered lower, a greater agility endemic to the rotation of their hips. gender differences had been used to teach them to come to peace with their own powers, less than those of other hunters— a blade needs only a pound of force to cut through human flesh. it was only generalizations, of course, but still the first step to defying conventional bullshit understandings of weakness.
and later, they came to understand something of beauty. they love the soft, slick sucking of her body on their fingers, dewy and gathering, the squeezing contraction of her thighs on them. they stare as her nipples peak pink, sweat making her shiny old scars even shinier. they kiss her because— because they have to, pumping their hand. and kissing, too, the muffled notes of her mouth, make them think they might burst if they don't get in her soon.]
Can I--
[it's coarse and vulgar, the bulge of their cock on her leg. with their other hand, they hike her knee high over a shoulder.]
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and later, they came to understand something of beauty. they love the soft, slick sucking of her body on their fingers, dewy and gathering, the squeezing contraction of her thighs on them. they stare as her nipples peak pink, sweat making her shiny old scars even shinier. they kiss her because— because they have to, pumping their hand. and kissing, too, the muffled notes of her mouth, make them think they might burst if they don't get in her soon.]
Can I--
[it's coarse and vulgar, the bulge of their cock on her leg. with their other hand, they hike her knee high over a shoulder.]