[Why is she doing everything that drives him crazy?

Touka's hands will ghost over a thick layer of muscle, not yet lost from his days at war. The skin is rough, scarred, and covered with hair in several places. It's a man's body, despite his boyish nature.

He hisses at that hand in his hair, nipping at her neck when he sees it exposed, humming as he realizes that the taste of her sweat is something he enjoys. He can feel warmth radiating throughout his entire body, but what feels more intimate is the warmth of her skin, and how she slumps against him like she wants to be touched.

Violated.]

What's goin' on here?

[He cant help but fixate on her nape, alternating between kissing and sucking.]

Do you want to do this? You've been givin' me mixed signals all night, but I-

[And he finally lets himself moan, the sound loud with a darker timbre.]

I want to be sure. That it's okay.

[He's drunk, too drunk, but he mouths the words against her, hungry to taste more flesh-]

"I want you."