[no matter how hard he tries, there are just some things that can still really get to him and hua cheng's words are one of them; he seems to be able to just do that and if they weren't already in the position they were in, there would be a joke to be made about how he could charm the pants off of him without hardly even trying.
in this case, it's the way hua cheng barely eases back into him, a tease if sizhui ever felt one, and then he withdraws again, leaving him wanting more. it takes all of his willpower to not whine like a pitiful little thing, but he manages to hold it back (for now) and exhales a slow, measured breath while trying to figure out how he should respond. there are many ways he could answer this, yet he knows exactly what hua cheng wants and he's more than willing to give it to him, especially if it means getting back to business proper-like.]
Hua Cheng . . . [he lets it trail off, breathy and needy-sounding already, his body shifting so he can prop himself onto his elbows instead. his head turns so he can cast a glance back over his shoulder, the pretty curve in his back deepening as he wiggles again, trying to urge hua cheng to keep going.
and if that doesn't work, maybe this will—]Please, Hua Cheng, [he pleads oh-so-softly, redirecting his attention forward once more before he drops his head forward to rest his forehead against the bed between his arms.] I want you to fuck me.
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in this case, it's the way hua cheng barely eases back into him, a tease if sizhui ever felt one, and then he withdraws again, leaving him wanting more. it takes all of his willpower to not whine like a pitiful little thing, but he manages to hold it back (for now) and exhales a slow, measured breath while trying to figure out how he should respond. there are many ways he could answer this, yet he knows exactly what hua cheng wants and he's more than willing to give it to him, especially if it means getting back to business proper-like.]
Hua Cheng . . . [he lets it trail off, breathy and needy-sounding already, his body shifting so he can prop himself onto his elbows instead. his head turns so he can cast a glance back over his shoulder, the pretty curve in his back deepening as he wiggles again, trying to urge hua cheng to keep going.
and if that doesn't work, maybe this will—] Please, Hua Cheng, [he pleads oh-so-softly, redirecting his attention forward once more before he drops his head forward to rest his forehead against the bed between his arms.] I want you to fuck me.