[ and were their angles better, Sizhui might see that his own smirk tilts in the same crooked timing; Getou's amusement is a warm chuckle that blossoms from his chest, reverberation lost in the gentle sensation of the bike working. the jostling, shifting, and warm receptivity of both body and sporting conversation have worked him into a more pronounced erection that announces itself in a twitch against the small of the cultivator's back. Getou hums approvingly, ]
Shall I? [ and shifts. those big, warm hands smooth up Sizhui's arms, caressing sensation and warmth up his prone body. they move down, thumbs kneading either side of the dip of his spine and fingertips sifting the topography of chest, ribs, torso, hips. they settle there, pulling that slighter body back against his own, grinding his hard-on in the hot seam of their bodies as hot breath beats out against a pale stretch of nape. Getou finds his mouth lingering there, first in brief feathers of lips, of kisses. ]
You enjoy having something big and powerful, [ if any further indication of this is needed, it's there, in the slide of their pelvises, ] between your thighs?
[ down his hands continue on their journey, mapping out the places of which he speaks. a massaging grip closes in on the meat of sensitive inner thighs, pulling them open — suggestively, against his own, prone open atop the vibrating chassis and hooded "gas tank". very little of his attention remains on the video game, more beguiled by this one, the screen nothing but a blur of pixels beyond Lan Sizhui's lovely profile. ]
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Shall I? [ and shifts. those big, warm hands smooth up Sizhui's arms, caressing sensation and warmth up his prone body. they move down, thumbs kneading either side of the dip of his spine and fingertips sifting the topography of chest, ribs, torso, hips. they settle there, pulling that slighter body back against his own, grinding his hard-on in the hot seam of their bodies as hot breath beats out against a pale stretch of nape. Getou finds his mouth lingering there, first in brief feathers of lips, of kisses. ]
You enjoy having something big and powerful, [ if any further indication of this is needed, it's there, in the slide of their pelvises, ] between your thighs?
[ down his hands continue on their journey, mapping out the places of which he speaks. a massaging grip closes in on the meat of sensitive inner thighs, pulling them open — suggestively, against his own, prone open atop the vibrating chassis and hooded "gas tank". very little of his attention remains on the video game, more beguiled by this one, the screen nothing but a blur of pixels beyond Lan Sizhui's lovely profile. ]