He knows so entirely what he wants and he yet he knows with surely just as much assurance that Birdie will stop him as she always does within the dark of the night. He understands, on some level, just what it is he desires from her, Nadya perhaps the first to have shown him just how such wants could be met- his ability to learn so entirely fixated upon that which he has done, that which he remembers and indeed repeating such steps in an effort to obtain it once more. He does not understand, not always, why it is Birdie is so often given to deny him- halting his hands else pulling away from his lips upon her- her nervousness exuding from her until he can taste it within the air. That animalistic side of him so very aware of her insecurity. Indeed nature along assures he is designed so entirely to take advantage of such within his prey and yet- Birdie is not prey and as such these emotions within her...confuse him, the boy unable to understand perhaps- that it is surely not he that she is nervous of, but rather what he desires from her. He is, perhaps, in this- just as any other man surely is, his desire for his companion so entirely physical in some sense. After all, both man and animal crave such a thing through instinct and want alone and yet still she stops him, over and over- Tobias so often left frustrated in the wake of his efforts and yet he continues to try all the same. The boy assured, one day, he will find the very pattern required to have Birdie allow him to do as he desires. He is nothing if not determined, his mind entirely capable of finding one new path or another, his irritation with her hardly ever lasting long for indeed it is himself with who he finds frustration. Assured her refusal is a fault his own even if his mind should struggle to find it.

He is bolder tonight, the adrenaline of his earlier aggression so seeming to have been channelled elsewhere. It is on nights after his fights, after all, that his interest within his mate is most assuredly at its highest, when adrenaline runs so thickly within his veins seeming to prompt within him a need for something exercise alone cannot seem to meet. Tonight is perhaps no different, his previous rage having died down to leave a certain level of energy within it's wake, those emotions so quickly becoming affectionate by design and indeed even this small level of compliance on her part- the manner in which she stills beneath him and so willingly allows his lips to find her own only seems to encourage him further. The words that seem to find him see the boy halt, dark eyes resting momentarily on her own, his mind seeming to struggle to find the answer to the words that so imply a question as he looks upon her.

"You."

His lips spread easily into a grin once more, assured that the very thing he likes is Birdie- all of her, just her, Tobias own simple way of thinking perhaps endearing in its own manner as one finger moves to hook beneath the navy strap of her bra, the fathomless dark of his gaze searching her own in a silent request for permission. The vaguest touch of gold content to show itself somewhere within. Some version of both men, it would seem, entirely intrigued as to her answer in this. That soft, sudden nod of permission however sees a look of surprise taint the boys features, head tilted slightly, long fingers stilled a moment in hesitation. His mate never yet allowing him to progress so far and yet the deviant boy is hardly willing to pause to entirely long now, one hand gesturing, encouraging her to lean upward and into him, one arm embracing her in a fashion so surely shocking in its tenderness as he holds her to him, his other hand reaching to undo the bra clasp with perhaps a surprising efficiency for one whom often struggles with his own shoe-laces.

Her bra is tossed aside and into the grass, Tobias content to press her back down once more, the boy continuing to straddle her- his excitement surely obvious (and perhaps even felt given how he is sitting really) and yet for a moment still those dark eyes simply linger upon this newly exposed part of his companion with an evident appreciation of sorts. Her scars are unseen, his gaze barely seeming to notice them at all, indeed the moonlight upon her skin seems to hold his attention entirely before those fingers reach almost gingerly for one soft swell of flesh, letting his hand sweep gently over her smooth skin. He is aware of even the most subtle of reactions to his touch, Tobias, for all he is, so decidedly attuned to the woman beneath him now and indeed this first touch is all it seems to take to see his boldness increase- his companion hardly preventing him else pulling away and as such he is content to explore even further.

Both hands now move to run along her warm skin, sweeping upward from her waist to run over these newly exposed regions of her chest, caressing each in turn with a distinct gentleness so entirely removed from his usual manner as his lips find her own again- seeking to encourage from her the sounds and actions he is assured she should have. His lips hardly linger long upon her own though, brushing across her jaw and along her neck, jaw parting before abruptly sinking his teeth into the side of her neck as he so enjoys. Marking what is entirely his.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push