Takemura .

She let herself relax a moment as she witnessed his revealing himself to her, following the falls of his hair to his shoulders, eyes lowering to map out every detail. The art on the skin, both scarring and the intricate shapes and lines of tattoos. Meaningful ones, she noted. Not the kind that most get to make simple statements. This was a ritual. Eris couldn't help herself; she first felt the muscle where his shoulders met his chest, sliding down, fingers tracing both scar and tattoo, amber optics following her trails until they reached a series of scarring in particular. They were very deliberate. Deep once. A story behind each, she was sure, but these had a heavier weight to the tale. Eris found perfection in the imperfect and focused on it. A tale for another time.

She blinked up to meet his gaze again, expression alluring, before her eyes would naturally, and curiously stare at his hands, now working at his pants. Part of her wished she could have clicked his belt away, and removed the rest. But she would let Goro present himself as he saw fit this time. Just as she would...

The meeting of their eyes met again when she bit the lower corner of her lip and smirked, clearly very enamoured by the revelation of what she was in for. Eris had a mind to lean forward and give in to the senses of taste, but instead, his hand tilted her head up, causing Eris to still herself on command and follow his guidance.

Allow. Definitely one way to put it. Eris would allow that, much, and more if he so wished it. She just felt that wish to do whatever it is he pleased. While also doing as she pleased. If they were anything alike intimately, then that would be one of the foundations of their love language.

"I understand why you seek my approval to allow it..." Eris started, straightening herself a little, her hands finding the zipper along the nape of her neck. "But you don't need to ask. I give you permission to take." The subtle sound of a zipper, long against the span of her spine, loosening the fabric around her shoulders and chest. Eris shimmied a little, removing the velvet dress from her torso first, using her hands to get it passed the wider segment of her hips, before her legs would work in tandem to slip it off the rest of the way.

She was pale as snow, akin to a fresh layer fallen overnight and untouched. Eris possessed subtle scarring of her own, obvious blade wounds, bullet ricochets, and the like. But it wasn't enough to break too much of the RealSkinn's implemented smooth nature. Everything moved, folded, and felt organic. Militech really didn't spare expenses. A project so tactfully and carefully put together.

For Eris, she had to nullify the feelings of shyness. She was confident enough, but Goro meant more to her than scratching an itch. He was seeing her. As human as she looked, Eris would always feel inhuman.

To give the same in return, Eris too leaned her hand back at the base of her ponytail, removing a silver pin, letting obsidian locks fall. Her hair was thick, soft, and very lengthy. Their now loosened state falling to her hips, the ends pooling on the couch around her.

With her eyes on his, she leant in, one hand taking his quite lovingly, her lips playing at his chin with a soft kiss to start. The hand she took was gingerly placed just below her diaphragm, as if to say 'feel me as you please.'

Eris's free hand was brought up to her lips, where she gave her palm a slow lick, then lowered to take the base of Takemura's member in said hand and slowly stroked. She pressed her lips to his in a short and very soft kiss. "I want you more than what intimacy will allow." She raised her hips, guiding the head of his cock between her already slick petals. Her free hand went to the base of his jaw, palm on the front of his throat. She kept her face close to his, sharing pleasured, gentle breath. "Feel me. Have me." A whisper, the hand around his member giving a firm enough squeeze to demand his attention. "Don't ask me. Just take me, and let go." Her teeth just barely nipping at his bottom lip as before, eyes raised to his.

Goro's hand twitched ever so slightly, pads indenting into plush skin atop armor to feel how her lungs inflated with each breath of anticipation. It was intoxicating ― Eris was intoxicating. Selfishly, his gaze lowered, raking carefully over porcelain skin ― a doll, no, not the kind to be used and discarded, but the kind to be honored and cherished for many years plus more.

The reinforced muscles of his chest flexed ever-so-slightly as her alluring words seeped into his senses like a spell, the slightest crack in his discipline giving way as he allowed himself to stare ― to really look at her. Teeth clenched at the realization, and yet he reminded himself... Dog town was a lawless place to be. If he so desired, perhaps it was okay to take, just this once.

As quickly as the permission left sweet, plush lips that teased and tempted the sharp edge of his jaw, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor. Still, ever so precise, and yet there was something else there. A new, forceful sense of intensity that radiated as that fleeting amber glow of his optics met her eyes once more. The warrior paused a moment, body almost rigid as his gaze met her lust-filled eyes, holding them for a moment with a new tension there. It was building, palpable and suffocating within the room.

He watched the deliberate lick of her delicate hand and felt the grip of her around his heated girth, his mouth parting with the sharpest of huffs he ever allowed her to hear.

Had it really been so long since he allowed such a maneuver? A connection? Yes. There was no honor in distraction.

Instinctively, both hands met her hips, fingers indenting into skin as she stroked his cock, guiding him to her like a woman with purpose ― determination. And he felt that determination burning right through his aching nerves. Takemura swallowed hard, remaining in that impassive, practiced composure as she teased her entrance with the sensitive head of his cock, encasing the both of them in his excitement and her cum. He leaned close, pressing his forehead against hers in a way that spoke volumes of just how much restraint he was giving.

A low growl rose from his throat before finally his hands linger, sensitive haptic pads mapping out her body ― reading her every subtle cue. Sensing every micro-response to his length which threatened to plunge inside her warmth. He felt her ― her body, drawing him in and as he resisted, throbbing in her tight grip. She was art. But she was wicked.

❝くそ,❞ he swore beneath his breath, hands gliding back down to hips before in a split second, he was on her. Entirely. With an overwhelming swiftness she could barely perceive, her legs were up, ankles draped over broad shoulders and his hands pinning her hips down into the couch, just one of his knees indenting into the cushions as his other leg maintained the structure and balance of his body.

Goro's optics scanned down her expression, eyes slightly narrowed with need and yet half of it filled with warning. He leaned his body closer, her thighs moving with him til his chest just barely touched her breasts. ❝I have spent a lifetime restraining the body Arasaka has forged me in...❞ The words left in breaths brushed deep against her lips as he finally pressed forward, his form inching into her heat, slowly, enough to feel her stretch around him and tease her at the same time. He paused just before he was half-way inside.

❝Without control...❞ His cock twitched between words, allowing her to adjust to his size. ❝I am... dangerous.❞ Takemura lifted his head, only slightly to meet her eyes again. He held her shimmering gaze in a way that expressed the relief that came with the discarding of remaining the perfect bodyguard. Disciplined ― to the point of obsession. But not anymore ― not while she made him feel safe.

With one last look he met her mound, sheathing himself completely within her in a sudden motion. His eyes closed briefly, head tilting in the pleasure that pooled at his gut as she took him in entirely. His hands moved, sliding to squeeze her thighs when he finally began to move, starting at a steady pace, before he hastily began to pick up, relentless but not careless.