[alright, fine, two can play at this game! sizhui inhales, slow and measured, attempting to mostly fight back the groan creeping up, but it slips out anyway whenever zhuque begins giving him a hickey just underneath his collarbone.] Zhuque...! [it's almost half-hissed, despite how sizhui's next motion completely counteracts his quiet plea.
he adjusts his legs, shifts so they're still hooked over zhuque's hips, yet now he can plant his feet, scooch closer down to the counter's edge and thrust against him, brow furrowed more with concentration than any actual irritation.]
no subject
he adjusts his legs, shifts so they're still hooked over zhuque's hips, yet now he can plant his feet, scooch closer down to the counter's edge and thrust against him, brow furrowed more with concentration than any actual irritation.]