The room had long since been cast into a shade of darkness that seemed thicker due to what was going on. Oppressive and smothering, it pressed down all around them, subdued only by the little light thrown off by Hazama's desk lamp. A fitting atmosphere, considering where he intended to take Noel's innocent little gesture tonight.
... What was he saying. From the very beginning he hadn't intended this to be innocent in the slightest. Noel? Nothing more than a dancing puppet, and Hazama held the strings.
His every move is calculated, designed not only to coax her trust but to entice, to lure her in only to rip her apart. The press of her lips to his was soft, and he used this to deepen the kiss, to encourage her into deepening it of her own volition and give in in more ways than one. His lips part ever so slightly in a way that would part her own. He's not insistent so much as guiding, quietly saying here, like this or this way, Noel with each brush of his lips to hers.
He could be romantic. He could lie so easily and whisper sweet things to her, compliment her flat chest or her fat thighs, tell her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He could be all that and so much more, but--- really. Why make it any easier for Noel? He was already debasing himself enough as it was even if he didn't quite see it like that.
The hand on her cheek is there only because the gesture is so close to strangling his precious Murakumo Unit that he can manage it without difficulty. In this his feelings are conflicted, because the idea of filling her with such torment at enjoying this gives him enough glee to nearly forget what she was and who she was.
Make the choice, Hazama, you can either throw yourself into this shitstorm or take a backseat.
It wasn't long before the hand on her back slides down, sliding along the outside of her hip before curving around the back of her leg and and curling fingers around her inner thigh. So close, just two seconds away from being inappropriate, but he's deepening the kiss and effectively silencing any protests that may happen to arise.
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The room had long since been cast into a shade of darkness that seemed thicker due to what was going on. Oppressive and smothering, it pressed down all around them, subdued only by the little light thrown off by Hazama's desk lamp. A fitting atmosphere, considering where he intended to take Noel's innocent little gesture tonight.
... What was he saying. From the very beginning he hadn't intended this to be innocent in the slightest. Noel? Nothing more than a dancing puppet, and Hazama held the strings.
His every move is calculated, designed not only to coax her trust but to entice, to lure her in only to rip her apart. The press of her lips to his was soft, and he used this to deepen the kiss, to encourage her into deepening it of her own volition and give in in more ways than one. His lips part ever so slightly in a way that would part her own. He's not insistent so much as guiding, quietly saying here, like this or this way, Noel with each brush of his lips to hers.
He could be romantic. He could lie so easily and whisper sweet things to her, compliment her flat chest or her fat thighs, tell her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He could be all that and so much more, but--- really. Why make it any easier for Noel? He was already debasing himself enough as it was even if he didn't quite see it like that.
The hand on her cheek is there only because the gesture is so close to strangling his precious Murakumo Unit that he can manage it without difficulty. In this his feelings are conflicted, because the idea of filling her with such torment at enjoying this gives him enough glee to nearly forget what she was and who she was.
Make the choice, Hazama, you can either throw yourself into this shitstorm or take a backseat.
It wasn't long before the hand on her back slides down, sliding along the outside of her hip before curving around the back of her leg and and curling fingers around her inner thigh. So close, just two seconds away from being inappropriate, but he's deepening the kiss and effectively silencing any protests that may happen to arise.