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3 minutes after update: he thinks error is fine

Sam Jang is not worth wasting a bullet on.　You’ve rapidly surmised this from the time you’ve spent in his proximity,　stationed by a higher-up to look down upon him.　Always seeming as though he has something to prove　⸻　this amuses you,　truly it does,　and you are either observing him through the mask of your blank-faced mien,　or you are egging him on,　allowing both of you in your coupling to reduce to your very worst.　You are not interested in him the way others are;　you are not desperate for his attention,　and it makes no difference to you whether or not he spares a glance in your direction.　You exist anyways,　an implement to carry orders out.　He is incidental,　that is all.

Until it escalates,　as it tends towards,　an upward trend of heat and tension.　Where your lip has snagged and curled upward,　verging upon a snarl until it is one of you that acts,　closing the distance once the two of you are finally alone,　free of expectation or prying eyes or any fleeting sense of self-restraint.　Sam is angry:　perhaps you are,　too.　You feel something enough to move in on him,　hungry,　hungry like a predator that has not feasted.　You want to feel something,　temporary as it may be.　He’s the perfect target for these wants and whims.　It doesn’t mean anything,　and it is this exactly that you are certain of.

You like that he’s skilled enough to fight you,　or at least the you that gets presented forth.　He would never be a true threat,　but even a weapon like you seeks the thrill of being overpowered from time to time.　What starts as a barrage of limbs,　shifting,　seeking flesh,　gradually escalates into full-blown wrestling atop the sleek gray of your mattress;　you grind yourself against him,　ensuring he can really,　really feel you,　and eventually you will acquiesce to his so-called strength when you are exactly where you want to be,　pinned beneath him.　You have half a mind to wriggle free from your blouse,　baring your flesh to where it is free to be kissed or bruised at his behest,　leave marks worth remembering for the fight you can’t resist.　All he has to do is act.　❛❛  I don’t break easily.  ❜❜

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