Giving Diego just that small bit of control looked like it was a good move. Noah made a mental note of that for later, how allowing the stubborn man some of his own space while the rest of his walls were poked and prodded helped deflect his resistances. He wasn't going easy on Diego so much as making sure he didn't go too far on his own and hurt Diego past what they both needed. Actually injuring the guy would only make things worse in the long run and probably get him kicked out on his ass. So, he wasn't going to do this wrong. Simple as that.
Huffing softly, Noah moved the knife from Diego's ear to the back of his spine. He traced the blade down the very edge of the ridges pressed to skin and then twisted it to the side and pushed between the two links. Again, he had no intent of damaging Diego, but there was something to be said for the rush of pain and adrenaline from a body that didn't understand the actual safety it was in. After all his time alone on the planet, learning biology and the way a human body worked wasn't hard at all. Cadavers were in excess and manuscripts explaining the details besides. There was probably some kind of built-in aptitude considering Noah's purpose, as well, but that was something he had never given time to think about, not in two hundred years. "I told you: begging comes later. If you don't say you want this... maybe I'll just give up and do something else?"
That said, he slid down further until he was sitting between Diego's legs. Leaving the knife where it precariously sat (though keeping a very keen eye on it), he reached down and pressed the lower hamstring between his thumb and pointer finger tightly, twisted his fingers enough to shift something without fracturing. He was being reckless but not without precautions. This time he wanted to do more than just beat up Diego Silva. He wanted to hurt him and wanted it to be appreciated, wanted someone to beg him for more and admit the power he had. Seeing someone's tears and pain and being the cause... there was no real right or wrong reason for it. He just loved it.
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Huffing softly, Noah moved the knife from Diego's ear to the back of his spine. He traced the blade down the very edge of the ridges pressed to skin and then twisted it to the side and pushed between the two links. Again, he had no intent of damaging Diego, but there was something to be said for the rush of pain and adrenaline from a body that didn't understand the actual safety it was in. After all his time alone on the planet, learning biology and the way a human body worked wasn't hard at all. Cadavers were in excess and manuscripts explaining the details besides. There was probably some kind of built-in aptitude considering Noah's purpose, as well, but that was something he had never given time to think about, not in two hundred years. "I told you: begging comes later. If you don't say you want this... maybe I'll just give up and do something else?"
That said, he slid down further until he was sitting between Diego's legs. Leaving the knife where it precariously sat (though keeping a very keen eye on it), he reached down and pressed the lower hamstring between his thumb and pointer finger tightly, twisted his fingers enough to shift something without fracturing. He was being reckless but not without precautions. This time he wanted to do more than just beat up Diego Silva. He wanted to hurt him and wanted it to be appreciated, wanted someone to beg him for more and admit the power he had. Seeing someone's tears and pain and being the cause... there was no real right or wrong reason for it. He just loved it.