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Lan Sizhui is a cultivator from Ancient China, where he spent most of his time hunting monsters, ghosts, spirits, et cetera and so forth. He has an extremely calm and refined exterior, his appearance is dignified, but he's usually seen with a faint smile.
He is a Good Boy and will likely try to befriend anyone, even if they're not too friendly themselves.
It may sound like the same thing a lot of people are saying, but I would like to finish the game here, however necessary, and perhaps finally get to go back home.
I'm well-versed in sword-fighting, martial arts, horseback riding, archery, playing the guqin, cooking, gardening. I could list many more things, although I think that's a pretty broad enough list of some things I enjoy doing.
Ah, well, perhaps meditating too?
I've read too many books to choose just one. I've not seen many movies, but if I had to pick one out of the few I have, I would go with Strange Magic. Besides my own, perhaps piano music? Jazz and classical are also top-tier choices. As for food choices... as long as it's edible, I'm not all that picky.
People who aren't going to judge if my shape changes? Because that's a thing that happens at the end of every month.
Oh! I suppose, ah, durable partners would be important.
Wine.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Clowns...?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Both, depending.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Both. Again, situation depending.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Does this really matter?
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Tea.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Yes.
Protagonist: ENFJ-A
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Gas, [and their hands move.] Slow down, stay inside, [which he does wherever is necessary and it isn't long before he's actually overtaking one of the cpu bikes. still not first, but a step closer the more he continues focusing, though it's becoming harder the longer they're pressed against each other.
he mmns softly in response, attention staying solely concentrated on the game, his heartbeat jackhammering as soon as getou leans into his ear. sizhui's breath hitches, it holds a couple of seconds, then he sighs, long-drawn-out and heavier than normal. they've come this far already, right? might as well shoot his shot.]
If you think I look good like this, imagine how I look when riding other things. [because where's the fun in being teased if he can't return the gesture? yes, he's got his eyes on the screen, but if getou moves just right, he could possibly see sizhui's amused little half-smirk.
he's well-aware how this game is played and he's learned a few new things here or there about playing it himself.]
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Shall I? [ and shifts. those big, warm hands smooth up Sizhui's arms, caressing sensation and warmth up his prone body. they move down, thumbs kneading either side of the dip of his spine and fingertips sifting the topography of chest, ribs, torso, hips. they settle there, pulling that slighter body back against his own, grinding his hard-on in the hot seam of their bodies as hot breath beats out against a pale stretch of nape. Getou finds his mouth lingering there, first in brief feathers of lips, of kisses. ]
You enjoy having something big and powerful, [ if any further indication of this is needed, it's there, in the slide of their pelvises, ] between your thighs?
[ down his hands continue on their journey, mapping out the places of which he speaks. a massaging grip closes in on the meat of sensitive inner thighs, pulling them open — suggestively, against his own, prone open atop the vibrating chassis and hooded "gas tank". very little of his attention remains on the video game, more beguiled by this one, the screen nothing but a blur of pixels beyond Lan Sizhui's lovely profile. ]
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it's extra difficult when getou's hands begin massaging across his torso, coaxing him without words, causing him to falter slightly with the game; where there's a shortcut to take, he bypasses it instead, too distracted by roaming fingers. an actual groan escapes sizhui after getou finds his hips, grips and pulls, drawing him right back up against him again, breath warm against the back of his neck. he shivers, he can't help it, the sensations are all too much at once and it makes him tilt his chin toward his chest to offer getou more skin.
the insinuation isn't necessary since he understands where this is going by now, but it helps the anticipation linger and sizhui likes that the most. those dragging hands are certainly helping, coupled alongside the motorcycle, they're heightening already skyrocketed feelings of pleasure and encouraging the idea of forgoing their game. out of sheer reflex, he tenses his thighs, his knees attempt to push together, though to no avail, given what they're doing and how getou plies him further.
an actual whimper comes this time, his body squirms and he yanks his right hand off the handlebar, lowering it to grasp getou's wrist, not stopping what he's doing but holding on tight because it feels like he's about to crash— and not entirely in the sense of what might happen on-screen.] Yes, [he finally manages, even if all he can follow it up with afterward is,] I do.
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[ it's the dam break of his self-control that makes him want to fist up that long hair and fuck him into the gas tank right here and right now. ]
You're very cute.
[ his discipline, and maybe sadism, is what slows him. he liked playing with his food at the best of times. the hand on his own makes him smirk — not stopping him, but marking his unraveling. Getou wants to see more of it. his hips press back, scooting forward on the seat — and it pushes Sizhui's groin more into the gas tank between his legs, the heavy stripe of Getou's chest against his back keeping him pressed into that vibration, from the root of the berries to the tip of the tree. ]
Concentrate, [ he reminds, his own hand ever so gently guiding his back to the handlebars. he checks back in, taking over some control as he tilts the wheel into an item: an ice block that will make the entire path behind him slick, spinning out anyone who crosses it. a few fingers guide him to the button to activate it, while his other hand slips down between his hips, pressing on on his pubic mound, as sinfully low as he can get. ]
Squeeze whenever you're ready.
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—okay, perhaps less simple by this point, but the fact remains: it didn't take much to get him to bend.
any other day, sizhui might say ‘thank you,’ but for whatever reason, that just doesn't seem right in this moment. instead, he makes a soft whine in the back of his throat, somehow managing to regain some semblance of self-control so he doesn't immediately try writhing back against getou again. not that it matters when the larger male has no qualms about making it all the more difficult for sizhui's concentration. how is he supposed to do that when he's now distracted by the vibrating up against his groin?
how? he swallows thickly, snaps his attention toward their hands, watching as he's guided back to the handlebars and getou briefly leads them, giving him that fleeting moment to catch his breath, which he holds long enough to maintain that getou's helping show him where the button is for the item they've just collected, and it's gone as quickly as it'd come once that other hand reaches down between his legs. oh, there's just no way he'll be able to continue like this . . . well. unless?]
Wh-What do I get if— if we win? [something else to concentrate on, as it were; a goal to work toward.]
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[ the lovebite doesn't break skin, but it's enough to jolt and smart, his lips closing on that fluttering pulse, the lash of tongue and suck enough to leave the skin flushed, hot, chilled, smarting, and sweet. another: softer, suckling the delicate patch of skin just behind his ear. ]
Too uncreative to say "anything your mind can conjure", isn't it? [ this intimate, smoky voice right up against his ear is almost overwhelmed by the trilling, musical white noise all around them, a secret just for Sizhui. and he very much does wonder what this mind could conjure as his lips and teeth graze across the edge of his ear. ] Let's see... at third, we'll move on to another game and resume your torment.
[ this, apparently. this is "torment", the way his hand is oh so gently kneading so low on Sizhui's belly that if it were against skin his fingertips would be fondling black curls. ] Or maybe begin mine. In second place, we'll find something more private.
If you finish in first, [ and his mouth is a smile against Sizhui's neck, because he himself is already laughing at his own words: ] I'll finish in you.
[ and maybe that's the riskiest option. a hedonistic, primal part of him has always taken what it wants when it wants it; giving that animal even a yellow flag is precarious. it's meant to be shrugged off as a titillating joke anyway. ]
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his body starts at the pleasurable sensation it sends zippering up his spine, his hands grip harder and, even though it makes it somewhat difficult to see as well, he tilts, allowing getou more room, another shiver running through him after he's moved to the spot behind his ear instead; it's a sensitive spot regardless, but depending on the side, getou will feel him tense harder if it's the left, as that's where his suit mark is located and he's been trying so hard to keep it hidden and in check, it's almost embarrassing how easily the gentler gesture makes him whimper a second time.]
A little, perhaps... [not a complaint, however, considering there are many things his mind could conjure up for this scenario. mostly, his mind wanders to the idea of getou actually fucking him on the bike, whether in the position they currently are or something different, that's what he's focused on with the other man mercilessly teasing his ear and groping him so freely. gods, he could probably get off just like this, sandwiched between getou's body and the bike, but. but. he greedily wants so much more.
third place is tempting, as is second, thinking about where they could go that might be more private, but it's first place that truly has him perking, his eyes instantly all the way open. he can feel that smile, the amusement in getou's words and while he may think it a joke, sizhui's taking it as a challenge.]
Finish in me, huh? [his voice is still soft, but it's firmer now, filled with determination.] Is that a promise?
[because if so, it's time to get serious here; he's already nearing third place, a spot he can easily overtake, and when he does, his hand shifts, his finger presses down on the button and he activates the ice-block they'd collected moments ago, picking up speed along the way.]