[ it's not that he likes leaving bruises behind, but also, he kind of does. jyn likes it too, and it's a bit of reminder that he was there. it works out for both of them. so when she says she wants them from him, it's only natural that his grip on her turns bruising as he yanks her in against him. ] Far be it from me to let you down.

[ he tilts his neck just enough to let her explore, letting himself enjoy her attention, content to just feel her up in the meantime. it's good for the imagination. ]

I was asking what you wanted tonight. [ they've both proven pretty flexible, no pun intended but still applicable, with what they want from each other. ] We could make clever use of the couch arm. Lean you over it. Imagine the bruises if I have to hold you in place while we fuck, how much you will feel inside and out. You can put your legs on my shoulders, or I can just hold you down, take you from behind. [ a beat, where he tilts his head enough to put his voice right at her ear. ] Or both. See which one feels better. Which one makes you louder.