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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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[ 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.]