[ there may be a right time for hua cheng to explain to sizhui that he's always thought himself hideous—but even hua cheng, whose social skills need considerable work, can tell that in the middle of sex is not the right time. he doesn't argue with sizhui, just leans down to press their lips together in a teasing series of soft kisses, featherlight and smiling. ]
Such a sweet little rabbit, [ hua cheng says, because whether or not sizhui is right, he is certainly kind. ] I suppose I can't decline a compliment from someone as lovely as you.
[ shifting slightly, hua cheng drapes himself atop sizhui, pressing their bodies closely together. he draws one knee up under sizhui's thigh, spreading him open a little wider, and adjusts the depth of his strokes so that he's pressing all the way inside on each thrust, his cockhead rubbing insistently over the swollen, tender shape of sizhui's prostate. hua cheng doesn't know how to thank him for his obvious regard, but he does know how to make sizhui feel good, and for the moment that's going to have to do—at least until they're finished and can curl up together and talk in more detail.
right now, though, hua cheng's mind is full of nothing but the pleasure of sizhui under him. how gorgeous he is, his cheeks flushed and throat circled by the leather of the collar. how his hand clutches at hua cheng's where their fingers are laced together and pressed to the mattress. how his breath hitches when something feels good, and how he gets just a little louder the closer he gets to coming. ]
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Such a sweet little rabbit, [ hua cheng says, because whether or not sizhui is right, he is certainly kind. ] I suppose I can't decline a compliment from someone as lovely as you.
[ shifting slightly, hua cheng drapes himself atop sizhui, pressing their bodies closely together. he draws one knee up under sizhui's thigh, spreading him open a little wider, and adjusts the depth of his strokes so that he's pressing all the way inside on each thrust, his cockhead rubbing insistently over the swollen, tender shape of sizhui's prostate. hua cheng doesn't know how to thank him for his obvious regard, but he does know how to make sizhui feel good, and for the moment that's going to have to do—at least until they're finished and can curl up together and talk in more detail.
right now, though, hua cheng's mind is full of nothing but the pleasure of sizhui under him. how gorgeous he is, his cheeks flushed and throat circled by the leather of the collar. how his hand clutches at hua cheng's where their fingers are laced together and pressed to the mattress. how his breath hitches when something feels good, and how he gets just a little louder the closer he gets to coming. ]