[no, this definitely isn't the time for explaining that. it's a wonder that hua cheng lets sizhui get away with the bit of talking he does, what with how he looks, and the way he tries to not really give the other man a chance to protest. however, the fact he doesn't argue at all is a bit surprising but not enough to throw him off and ignore the sweet kisses hua cheng gives him.
he somehow manages to look sheepish following that remark, his head tilting slightly so he can return the kisses, then he leans back again to meet hua cheng's gaze when he says,] Good. [and he leaves it at that, hoping it doesn't sound too self-satisfied.
once hua cheng's settled again, he shifts his arms, rests them across his shoulderblades and reaches with both hands to grip onto his shoulders, effectively holding him in place after he's pressed them closer. his eyebrows lift faintly whenever hua cheng's knee moves under his thigh like that, but he realizes pretty quickly what the slight shift in position does and can't help groaning a little louder this time. thank goodness, they don't have to worry about being heard or else sizhui would have something to really be embarrassed about.
sizhui's letting himself get wrapped back up in the pleasure, focusing on it rather than making sure hua cheng accepts his compliment, which means remembering the collar around his neck once more and gods, he's right there and could come at any second— but he doesn't want to. not yet, not when he's reminded of one of the positions hua cheng had mentioned before.] Would you–ah–still be interested in fucking me on my hands and knees?
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he somehow manages to look sheepish following that remark, his head tilting slightly so he can return the kisses, then he leans back again to meet hua cheng's gaze when he says,] Good. [and he leaves it at that, hoping it doesn't sound too self-satisfied.
once hua cheng's settled again, he shifts his arms, rests them across his shoulderblades and reaches with both hands to grip onto his shoulders, effectively holding him in place after he's pressed them closer. his eyebrows lift faintly whenever hua cheng's knee moves under his thigh like that, but he realizes pretty quickly what the slight shift in position does and can't help groaning a little louder this time. thank goodness, they don't have to worry about being heard or else sizhui would have something to really be embarrassed about.
sizhui's letting himself get wrapped back up in the pleasure, focusing on it rather than making sure hua cheng accepts his compliment, which means remembering the collar around his neck once more and gods, he's right there and could come at any second— but he doesn't want to. not yet, not when he's reminded of one of the positions hua cheng had mentioned before.] Would you–ah–still be interested in fucking me on my hands and knees?