[Booker has little appetite for foreplay or for teasing. He shoots straight in every manner of the term. This man is a temporary thrill and nothing else (so he tells himself). Let's keep it that way.
With a subtle flick of his wrist, the first few buttons of Jack's shirt slide open. It's nothing dramatic; in fact, it's subtle and oddly suave. Surprisingly enough, Booker puts very little thought into it all; seduction came easy for him. It employed a kind of physicality that allowed him to go somewhat numb, to not have to think much at all and simply allow his body to agreeably register every motion without comment. Action, reaction. Such a simple process. No more thoughts of foreshadowed doom, of civil war, of revolution. No blood, no prophecy. Just the most basic lusts of mankind.
It was freeing.
Booker bites down upon Jack's lip, hard enough to mark it but not nearly enough to break the skin. So what if other people might be watching? Discretion isn't exactly Booker's more admirable characteristic.]
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With a subtle flick of his wrist, the first few buttons of Jack's shirt slide open. It's nothing dramatic; in fact, it's subtle and oddly suave. Surprisingly enough, Booker puts very little thought into it all; seduction came easy for him. It employed a kind of physicality that allowed him to go somewhat numb, to not have to think much at all and simply allow his body to agreeably register every motion without comment. Action, reaction. Such a simple process. No more thoughts of foreshadowed doom, of civil war, of revolution. No blood, no prophecy. Just the most basic lusts of mankind.
It was freeing.
Booker bites down upon Jack's lip, hard enough to mark it but not nearly enough to break the skin. So what if other people might be watching? Discretion isn't exactly Booker's more admirable characteristic.]