[ Fine. With that resigned look of his again, Reaper plucks the hand groping him off his ass with an iron vice. Fight all he wants, but Victor isn't moving an inch closer with that hand now pinned to the brick wall.
The other, his gloved hand, covers the man's mouth. He squeezes just hard enough to make his bones creak. ]
Shut. The fuck. Up.
[ Now with his captive sufficiently silenced, Reaper bends his head back down to breathe in the last of that lingering relief and pleasure Victor had eked out. ]
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The other, his gloved hand, covers the man's mouth. He squeezes just hard enough to make his bones creak. ]
Shut. The fuck. Up.
[ Now with his captive sufficiently silenced, Reaper bends his head back down to breathe in the last of that lingering relief and pleasure Victor had eked out. ]