[ even if it takes a moment for sizhui to find the words, at least the expression on his face makes it obvious that he likes hua cheng's craftsmanship. it fills him with a sense of self-satisfaction, an artist's sense of having created something worth looking at. (sizhui, of course, has no cause yet to know that hua cheng actually quite likes making art with his hands; perhaps that's a revelation that will come later.)
he hums in the back of his throat at the praise, his grin spreading, visible eye curving up in enjoyment. ]
It seems we have similar tastes in collars, then. [ or at least similar visions of what would look good on sizhui. hua cheng sets the accessory to the side for now, though, determined to divest sizhui of the rest of his clothes before putting the collar around his neck.
he's already dealt with the shirt and vest, so it's sizhui's trousers that come next, unfastened at the waist and then eased down over his hips. his underwear, if he's wearing any, come too—hua cheng makes no secret of how eager he is to see sizhui fully nude, and once he has him bare, his gaze is voracious as it skims over the lovely lines of sizhui's body. ]
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he hums in the back of his throat at the praise, his grin spreading, visible eye curving up in enjoyment. ]
It seems we have similar tastes in collars, then. [ or at least similar visions of what would look good on sizhui. hua cheng sets the accessory to the side for now, though, determined to divest sizhui of the rest of his clothes before putting the collar around his neck.
he's already dealt with the shirt and vest, so it's sizhui's trousers that come next, unfastened at the waist and then eased down over his hips. his underwear, if he's wearing any, come too—hua cheng makes no secret of how eager he is to see sizhui fully nude, and once he has him bare, his gaze is voracious as it skims over the lovely lines of sizhui's body. ]
Sit up, xiao baitu. Let me put this on you.