[ by now, it's easy for hua cheng to read the cues of sizhui's body, and so he takes the squeeze of his thighs as a tacit sign to pick up the pace a little. it's something hua cheng finds charming about sizhui: that he can be so sensual and so cute simultaneously, urging hua cheng to fuck him faster while also dropping sweet, playful kisses all over his mouth. it makes hua cheng want to ruin him and care for him in equal measure. ]
Then I suppose I'd better not leave until you kick me out.
[ hua cheng's other hand, the one not holding the leash, slips up sizhui's side and then along the soft, sensitive skin of his inner bicep, tracing the muscle there all the way to his elbow and then along his forearm until hua cheng can lace their fingers together. he presses their joined hands back onto the mattress near sizhui's head, using the grip as both leverage and another point of contact between them as he begins to thrust a little harder. —or not harder, but in longer strokes, a little faster, as if he can tell that sizhui is purposely edging himself a bit and is happy to help him in that endeavor.
although hua cheng says a lot of things just to say them, what he'd said before was the truth entirely: sizhui is very pretty like this, caught up in the throes of intense pleasure. and for his part, hua cheng is making no effort to conceal any of the expression of pleasure or appreciation that cross his face, although he's naturally less cognizant of his own looks than he is of sizhui's beneath him. ]
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Then I suppose I'd better not leave until you kick me out.
[ hua cheng's other hand, the one not holding the leash, slips up sizhui's side and then along the soft, sensitive skin of his inner bicep, tracing the muscle there all the way to his elbow and then along his forearm until hua cheng can lace their fingers together. he presses their joined hands back onto the mattress near sizhui's head, using the grip as both leverage and another point of contact between them as he begins to thrust a little harder. —or not harder, but in longer strokes, a little faster, as if he can tell that sizhui is purposely edging himself a bit and is happy to help him in that endeavor.
although hua cheng says a lot of things just to say them, what he'd said before was the truth entirely: sizhui is very pretty like this, caught up in the throes of intense pleasure. and for his part, hua cheng is making no effort to conceal any of the expression of pleasure or appreciation that cross his face, although he's naturally less cognizant of his own looks than he is of sizhui's beneath him. ]