Electric Feel
All along the eastern shore
Put your circuits in the sea
This is what the world is for
Making electricity
There was something about the feel of a man that was so electrifying sometimes Shawn couldn't hold in his excitement. Yeah, he liked women too. He liked their smooth curves, how things were soft and oddly perfumed and meticulously groomed. He appreciated how women took the time to impress, even the ones that weren't as into maintenance as others.
But a man was completely different because there were sharp angles and the scratch of hair and more strength than you ever expected. Men were rougher, they tasted worse (especially after drinks) and the smell was an odd mix of reassuring and frightening.
That was maybe the most exciting thing about men. You were trying to do something very tender and intimate with someone that could straight up knock you out if they wanted to. Maybe it was that primal fear that really got him off.
This man tasted like scotch. He smelt of sweat and stale aftershave and his hair was crisp with gel. Not that Shawn's wasn't. And not that he'd never run his hands through a woman's hair and had them come back sticky with product. But the fact that the graying black hair had left a residue was surprising to him for some reason.
He smiled. The man's tie came off. The buttons on his shirt undone quickly, fingers fumbling over each other as they greedily tried to get it off as soon as possible. Pale flesh, chest hair. A mole just above the collar bone (the perfect place to bite, Shawn thought to himself, and followed through on that thought with a terse nip). There was a wiry strength to this man's frame; lanky but solid.
Shawn moved lower, his hands trailing downwards with him. The button on the pants was undone, the zipper unzipped. Shawn could feel the heat radiating off the other man and the beads of perspiration forming on his skin. Shawn looked up at Lassiter's face. The detective looked very frustrated. Which really wasn't anything new.
"Jesus Christ," Lassiter moaned, his breathing hitched. "You are so goddamned annoying."
Shawn's lips parted slightly as a grin spread over his face. While he enjoyed working Lassiter up like this, he had more work to do.
