[Knives is a little paler than his brother, but the build of his body feels like how Vash would look without his scars. His skin doesn't have any scars at all, even despite the trauma his body has survived.
When she toys with the flogger against his skin his shoulders tense slightly in anticipation. It makes the hit land even harder.
[She takes a moment to admire his own unique beauty. Where they look a lot a like, the differences drove her curiosity to see just how different they were.
Her hand draws back and very quickly the flogger comes down again, cracking across his back and leaving red lines as she whips him a few more times in quick succession. Across the shoulder, mid back.. lower back. Rip was testing his reactions and ready to move if he reacted badly to being flogged.]
[It takes the second or third kid on the same spot to make him grunt. His eyes close at the way that pain spreads throughout his back. He feels the pain, but it's not worse than other pain he's experienced.
On top of that, it feels pleasant in a way he hadn't expected.]
[Rip's carefully reading his body language and upon seeing that he was enjoying the pain, she continued on, concentrating several hits across his shoulder to leave more red marks before shifting to strike more against his lower back.
Every hit seems to grow in intensity to see just how far she can push him without drawing blood... yet</>.]
[When she hits a spot that's been hit a couple of times already with a particularly hard smack he jerks slightly. The muscles in his body tense and for a moment he doesn't exactly seem to be the same shape, like the edges of his body morph a bit to try to get away from that pain.
[She pauses when she sees his body jerk slightly and watches in fascination as his body begins to shift slightly. That was interesting...
She let him get under control before she gently ran the flogger over his shoulders. Teasing red, tender flesh before pulling back and cracking down with her hardest hit yet.]
[He turns his head so he can look over at her as she teases him but then the hardest smack comes almost as a surprise and he yelps.
He leans forward and his hands elongate to support him against the ground. He stops himself from forming blades that would be meant to retaliate against an attack and instead closes his eyes and focuses on the strange pleasure that spreads through him.]
One moment... [He grunts, as he gets his limbs back in order.]
[She nods and pulls back, letting the flogger rest in her hands as Rip gives him a moment to get himself under control. There was something about his taking pleasure within the pain and fighting his instincts on it that was fascinating to her...
And so very familiar. How many times had she been like that in the beginning? More than a few.. and yet now she welcomed it. Rip even found pleasure in dishing it out, like right now as she waits for him to get himself back in order.]
[The word was barely off his lips before the flogger came down hard across his back. She alternated between lighter and harder strokes as she focused her hits across his shoulders and upper back, leaving a red, welted mess in her wake as she lost herself in the excitement and pleasure of causing him pain.
Though, she was still aware enough to stop if he told her to.]
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When she toys with the flogger against his skin his shoulders tense slightly in anticipation. It makes the hit land even harder.
He grunts.]
Again.
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Her hand draws back and very quickly the flogger comes down again, cracking across his back and leaving red lines as she whips him a few more times in quick succession. Across the shoulder, mid back.. lower back. Rip was testing his reactions and ready to move if he reacted badly to being flogged.]
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On top of that, it feels pleasant in a way he hadn't expected.]
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Every hit seems to grow in intensity to see just how far she can push him without drawing blood... yet</>.]
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He forces himself to settle.]
Ugh.
[He still doesn't hate it, though.]
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She let him get under control before she gently ran the flogger over his shoulders. Teasing red, tender flesh before pulling back and cracking down with her hardest hit yet.]
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He leans forward and his hands elongate to support him against the ground. He stops himself from forming blades that would be meant to retaliate against an attack and instead closes his eyes and focuses on the strange pleasure that spreads through him.]
One moment... [He grunts, as he gets his limbs back in order.]
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And so very familiar. How many times had she been like that in the beginning? More than a few.. and yet now she welcomed it. Rip even found pleasure in dishing it out, like right now as she waits for him to get himself back in order.]
Let me know vhen.
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Continue.
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Though, she was still aware enough to stop if he told her to.]