[ It's not really being physically flipped onto his back that makes Hancock feel like the floor has swapped with the ceiling-- not that he's gunna spell it out, exactly; taking full advantage of the moments he can scramble to gather his thoughts, the Ghoul lets out a slow breath, attempting to level his breathing. His face does feel a little warm, but he knows it's definitely not a visible flush. Far as he knows there's only one way to make his face go red red.
And then Nick's mouth is just on the shy side of too-hot, like a dull knife's edge that had been under a tongue of fire. It startles and confuses Hancock's nerves in a damn delicious way; intense pleasure overcutting the softest suggestion (or idea) of pain. ]
Yeah, this ain't the sound'a me complainin'. [ At least his skin is too strong to go red from the heat-- a testament to how sturdy built the Ghoul is, how much punishment he can take without the barest hint of effort. In this case, it's only fair Hancock feel the results of the overheating he caused his reckless-damn-self. ]
Shit, is the light in one'a your eyes out? Is that cuz'a me? [ He would really and truly be more concerned if Nick wasn't-- well, still so attentively worshipping him. He trusts the Synth to be able to handle himself, but it's also a tick he hasn't noticed before, even with a keen eye for details. ]
He doesn't know how hot he is xD
Far as he knows there's only one way to make his face go red red.And then Nick's mouth is just on the shy side of too-hot, like a dull knife's edge that had been under a tongue of fire. It startles and confuses Hancock's nerves in a damn delicious way; intense pleasure overcutting the softest suggestion (or idea) of pain. ]
Yeah, this ain't the sound'a me complainin'. [ At least his skin is too strong to go red from the heat-- a testament to how sturdy built the Ghoul is, how much punishment he can take without the barest hint of effort. In this case, it's only fair Hancock feel the results of the overheating he caused his reckless-damn-self. ]
Shit, is the light in one'a your eyes out? Is that cuz'a me? [ He would really and truly be more concerned if Nick wasn't-- well, still so attentively worshipping him. He trusts the Synth to be able to handle himself, but it's also a tick he hasn't noticed before, even with a keen eye for details. ]