HORNY!

Kira's smile turns slow, deliberate. She takes half a step closer, her body close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off her, the top of her head now well below his chin as she looks up at him.

"Horny, huh?" she murmurs, reaching up to run a finger along his collarbone, tracing the edge of his collar. "That's the first honest thing you've said all night."

She glances down at the way his jeans strain, then back up at his face, her dark eyes gleaming. "You just got the body of a god, you're taller, stronger, and you're telling me all you can think about is that?" She lets her hand fall to his chest, palm flat against the solid muscle underneath his shirt.

"The door's locked," she says, voice low. "And those guys outside are too busy panicking to notice anything. So… what are you planning to do about that?"

The heavy, warm weight of his cock springs free, the denim straining before the button gives way. It swings forward with a thick, heavy momentum, landing against Kira's cheek with a soft, wet slap that she absorbs with a sharp gasp. Her head tilts from the impact, but she doesn't pull away. For a moment, she goes still, eyes wide, lips parted, looking down at the length of him resting against her jaw, her breath coming in shallow, warm hits against his skin.

Then a slow, dazed smile spreads across her face. She reaches up, her fingers wrapping tentatively around his shaft — they barely meet around its thick girth — and lets out a low, breathy laugh.

"Jesus," she breathes, "you weren't kidding about the horny thing."

She looks up at him, pupils blown wide, her thumb tracing a vein along the underside. "You grew this too, huh?" She runs her tongue across her bottom lip. "I mean... I came in here for a show, not the main event." Her grip tightens, just slightly, testing his weight. "But I'm not complaining."

She tilts her head, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of his shaft, just below the head. "You're gonna let me thank you for this, right?"