Like Rogue, Knock Out's an easy read when something's pleasing him, and when she complies with his request and her touch on his cabling becomes more sure, she gets exactly the vigorous rev she's hoping for. Pit but that felt good, and her fingers are deft enough to delve beneath the outermost ones. The noise he makes against her hip is half-laugh, half-groan.

When she stands stripped before him, Knock Out finally draws back and seems to be considering the best approach. What he had in mind would take some coordination; he couldn't hold himself this low to the ground and support Rogue like he did last time.

"Mm... back up," he said huskily, guiding her until her bare back pressed against the cool metal of the wall.

When she had and with her legs still apart, Knock Out bent his head again, and licks a long line up the inside of her thigh in one smooth stroke. His tongue is startlingly cool in contrast to the rest of his mouth, firm and smooth like hard silicone... though she may not notice such characteristics in the wake of a pleasant sensation that explodes along her nerve endings in the area. If his hands had tingled, this is a jolt — strong, not painful, though it could easily walk that line between.