[SINE PARI]

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

It wasn't even sunrise, but Raifer was up already slipping into a pair of weathered jeans that fit firm, then a large, decorative belt buckle pulling tight to his waist. He yawned loud, deep and stood with an outstretch of his arms. Glancing back, he could see Spoons was still around in bed, his shadow cast over her in the dim light.

Raifer looked forward, but just as he was to walk away, he felt two arms wrap around his shoulders and drape down his chest with a familiar giggling.

"Was gonna let ya sleep in late, not disturb ya. Gotta get up early, take care of cattle, cause they ain't gonna move themselves without some pushin'. Neither are the fuckin' hires. If they ain't up already, I swear, I'll be buryin' someone on this land."

Rinnah had stayed the night. Again. Not really like he had anything else to do and he wasn't going to complain about company he liked having around, but he did get a call that was job related. It was a pressing matter that had been discussed at length by the chairman, executives, everyone detailing expenses. Running numbers as they always did. Thankfully he could remain in the clear of most of that.

"Guess security trip to Berlin soon. Hm, 'n all that's got me thinkin' what should I wear?" Raifer turned around, shifting around as he looked down at his boots and over his long coat that dipped down his calves. "Already thinkin' coat to conceal everythin', but every man needs to look professional. Need a piece to top it."

Raifer reached for a black western style hat with a wide brim that he placed atop his head and glanced at her, tipping the front just a bit "'Cause I was thinkin' this is like takin' a bit of America with me, but maybe not the best if I gotta do security for any political nonsense. So, I was thinkin'," with a turn around, he ducked his head before shifting to face her again. A gas mask over a balaclava, red lenses to hide his eyes. The finishing touch was a black helmet over his head.

"Only addicted to havin' a damn good time!"

🔪How do you feel about murder?

🍴Would you consume human flesh?

💦: "Probably, makes me sometimes hungry, too. See fucked up calf muscles 'n it reminds me of barbecue chicken legs, smothered in sauce."

🔪: "What do ya mean murder? It's a crime 'n as a corporate professional I don't murder anyone. I liquidate key targets 'n downsize hostile regions if necessary, but that is justified in court. I wouldn't worry your head about it. Just make sure you don't start throwing 'round baseless accusations."

//he murders big time. He fuckin lying. Though even if legally sanctioned, it'd be murdering.

"Shootin' isn't exactly. Happens often at range, not much to see, though I've shot some at close range with four gauge shells outta my shotgun in trenches, forests or interiors. Blasted legs off at the knees, or shoot guts out their ass dependin' on angle. Heads ain't nothin' but mist."

Raifer smirked, thinking of blood spattered interiors of ruined, battle damaged buildings and complexes. Red against browns, grays and exposed rebar.

"Nah, it's sometimes the smaller stuff that gets ya. Like feelin' someone shake 'n tremble in your arm, big blade in their guts, a gasp in your hand as you keep 'em silent. Or successful ambushes. Shot an enemy patrol in the Amazon ages ago. I was just usin' a pistol, suppressed. Nailed a guy in the throat. I can remember that croakin' sound he made as he dropped as clear as day."

//depends on mood. I think it's more kink than fetish if it's full on gore, but get him after something intense like training, fighting, or tracking that has him sweating and he might just want to rip you apart, full hog out.

I think just blood comes to more fetish territory as he enjoys biting a lot and tasting blood and he always bites in bed.