It’s almost as though someone else is using his mouth to speak, a darker side of himself that still desires control and the tiniest level of power. That man who hit the bottle, demanded respect without earning it, the one who was wrathful and envious and secretly wanted others to fail. Of course this is a silly thought; there’s no separate man, it’s just him and his baser urges at the sight of Rama in this fetching uniform.
He takes a step forward, directly into him, foot physically separating Rama’s legs as he uses his slightly taller form to intimidate him. His hand slides down his coat slowly, dropping down his waist and then even further still. “Do you think you’re so above all the others that you won’t crumple? Do you think you’ll still be the picture of a perfect officer if I have my way with you?”
His smirk is soft but wicked, and he drops his hand even further to cup between his legs. “Are you perfect here too?”
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“And what if I want you to squirm, mn?”
It’s almost as though someone else is using his mouth to speak, a darker side of himself that still desires control and the tiniest level of power. That man who hit the bottle, demanded respect without earning it, the one who was wrathful and envious and secretly wanted others to fail. Of course this is a silly thought; there’s no separate man, it’s just him and his baser urges at the sight of Rama in this fetching uniform.
He takes a step forward, directly into him, foot physically separating Rama’s legs as he uses his slightly taller form to intimidate him. His hand slides down his coat slowly, dropping down his waist and then even further still. “Do you think you’re so above all the others that you won’t crumple? Do you think you’ll still be the picture of a perfect officer if I have my way with you?”
His smirk is soft but wicked, and he drops his hand even further to cup between his legs. “Are you perfect here too?”