[unbeknownst to sizhui, his room has been invaded and he's about to be used in a way he's only ever experienced one time before, except this time, he'll be the one doing the fucking rather than the other way around— which will be different but still pleasurable in a way that he hasn't participated in.
there is the feeling of being watched for a moment, though it goes as quickly as it came and when he's moved onto his back again, it happens rather easily, one hand draped across his midsection while the opposite arm raises and rests across his face, his breath a little heavier than it'd been before yet not in a way that seems like he's woken up. his hips jump at the sudden rush of air on his lower-half, a soft, breathy sigh passes his lips then he makes an incoherent-sounding noise whenever wriothesley's hands begin stroking his cock. there's a wriggle in response, but he still sleeps on, humming quietly, his face rubbing against the crook of his elbow.
at least when wriothesley apologizes, he won't have to worry about sizhui being upset; this isn't his first time and it certainly won't be the last, he imagines.]
cont. (cw: somnophilia)
[unbeknownst to sizhui, his room has been invaded and he's about to be used in a way he's only ever experienced one time before, except this time, he'll be the one doing the fucking rather than the other way around— which will be different but still pleasurable in a way that he hasn't participated in.
there is the feeling of being watched for a moment, though it goes as quickly as it came and when he's moved onto his back again, it happens rather easily, one hand draped across his midsection while the opposite arm raises and rests across his face, his breath a little heavier than it'd been before yet not in a way that seems like he's woken up. his hips jump at the sudden rush of air on his lower-half, a soft, breathy sigh passes his lips then he makes an incoherent-sounding noise whenever wriothesley's hands begin stroking his cock. there's a wriggle in response, but he still sleeps on, humming quietly, his face rubbing against the crook of his elbow.
at least when wriothesley apologizes, he won't have to worry about sizhui being upset; this isn't his first time and it certainly won't be the last, he imagines.]