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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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he laughs too, delighted by hua cheng's remark.] I'm sure you will do a wonderful job. [because he did so well the last time they were together, he believes there's nothing hua cheng can do that might be wrong in this situation.
briefly, his attention turns toward the flowers, long enough for them to be set down on the table then he redirects, just in time to focus on walking backward without tripping them up. he follows hua cheng's gaze to the string, eyebrows lifting in consideration as he, too, is reminded of the little connection they are sharing and what it means. it makes him smile as well, a playful little thing that crinkles the corners of his eyes with mirthfulness while he upturns his attention to hua cheng once again.]
Mmm? [questioningly, like he doesn't quite understand what hua cheng's saying, although the moment he's lifted and tumbled across the bed, it's like memory serves him right and he all of a sudden remembers that yes, he does enjoy having bruises and bitemarks.] You are correct. I like having pretty little things to admire after all is said and done.
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Then you'll have all the pretty little things you desire.
[ and he kisses sizhui again. if sizhui thought the way hua cheng kissed him earlier counted as an improper kiss, well, this one outstrips it by far—there's the same intensity and precision to it, but it's far deeper and more thorough, as though hua cheng is determined to taste every inch of sizhui's mouth, to swallow every little noise of pleasure he makes in response. all passion and heat, until eventually hua cheng's hands make their way beneath sizhui's vest and shirt to push them up and expose the smooth, pale skin of his abdomen.
only then does hua cheng pull away from the kiss, in favor instead of ducking his head down to mouth along sizhui's stomach, his navel, up along the curve of his ribcage. he bites at the skin as he goes, not hard, but enough to be felt; he holds back from leaving bruises just yet, but it's clear from the pressure of his teeth that he wants to. still, he wants to have sizhui undressed before all of that, so when hua cheng's hands reach sizhui's chest he sits up a little so he can encourage sizhui to remove the garments. ]
I wonder, [ hua cheng says, almost conversational except for the mischievous, desiring look in his eye, ] if the young master would do me the honor of telling me one of his fantasies.
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but when he does, it's more than he'd ever thought possible. it's deeper than before, more thorough and intense and sizhui can't help groaning at the tiny spots popping off behind his eyelids. he does his best to not squirm, moving the arm from hua cheng's shoulder to cup his hand against his nape, effectively holding him in place while they're kissing. and boy are they kissing, at least until hua cheng's hands start moving underneath his shirt, skimming along his abdomen until his top is pushed up beneath his chin which he tilts to hold for now.
whenever they come apart, there's another, breathier sigh with an actual shudder right on the heels of that. it tickles in a sense, but the biting is a nice break in the sensation that keeps him focused despite the floatiness in his brain. his other hand moves now too, finding the top of hua cheng's head and gently stroking through his hair, encouraging him to bite harder if he likes, though it falls away once he sits up to help him out of his vest and shirt. he lets them slide up and off, head shaking lightly to loosen his hair from the clothes.
sizhui's eyes briefly widen afterward, his brows lifting with consideration then he glances away, obviously shy about whatever it is he's about to admit to.] Well, [a pause, another chance to gather himself before he finally says,] I've always been a little curious about collars.
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Just collars? Or would you like being leashed, as well? [ hua cheng reaches out, lightly circles sizhui's throat with one large hand. he doesn't squeeze, but the gesture is clearly meant to replicate the sensation of having a collar around his throat. ] I remember you liked this, before.
[ after a brief squeeze, not to cut off air but just to tease a little, hua cheng settles between sizhui's legs, then leans down to kiss him once more. there's a bit of an edge to it this time, brought on by the vividness of hua cheng's imagination—he is, rather shamelessly, picturing fucking sizhui on his hands and knees while hua cheng pulls at a leash connected to a collar around sizhui's throat. of course, it's possible that's not what sizhui means at all when he talks about collars... but hua cheng can't pretend the mental image isn't incredibly erotic. ]
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before he can respond, there's a hand around his neck, something that immediately draws a soft little gasp out of him. his eyelashes flutter, he casts a glance down at hua cheng's arm then lets his eyes shut entirely, his whole body trembling with pleasure.] Y-Yes, I do like that.
[and whenever hua cheng moves to kiss him again, he leans to meet him, holding it for a long moment before he shifts slightly and nips at hua cheng's bottom lip encouragingly. in doing so, he breaks away, giving him the chance to also respond to the question he'd been asked.] I'm also curious about leashes. They do sort of go hand-in-hand, don't they? [he exhales a breath then tilts his chin to catch hua cheng's mouth once more, the tip of his tongue running along the seam of his lips to coax him even deeper into this kiss.]
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starting with a kiss. hua cheng leans into it, his fingers slipping around the back of sizhui's neck to hold him close; his lips part, tongue sliding against sizhui's, darting into his mouth to taste him and find all the sensitive places that make him gasp or shiver. hua cheng likes kissing, and it seems that sizhui does too, so all the more reason to make sure they both get their fill.
when they part, hua cheng traces his fingers along the lovely column of sizhui's throat, then pushes himself up to kneeling again. gathering both hands before him, he twists his qi into the shape of a collar with a leash attached—white leather lined with fur, delicate needlework in a blue that matches the sweater sizhui had been wearing before. suitable for a lan junior, insofar as the lan juniors would put on collars and let themselves be fucked by calamities. ]
Something like this, perhaps?
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he inhales through his nose, holds and shifts to wrap his arms around hua cheng's shoulders, holding him tight, his eyelids flickering shut again. his own tongue meets hua cheng's here or there, but he mostly lets hua cheng control the kiss, reciprocating with fervor, another shiver zippering up his spine that has goosebumps prickling his skin. yes, sizhui enjoys kissing a lot and if his partner is willing to oblige him, he's absolutely going to take it and run.
it's only when they come apart that he realizes he was holding his breath and he exhales slowly, measuredly, blinking away a few spots that have winked into his vision. he'll have to remember not to do it much, even though it feels silly to have to tell himself to breathe whenever he's kissing hua cheng. his attention is entirely on the other male as he pushes back up, moves both of his hands and seemingly creates a collar and leash from thin air. (although sizhui knows better—) he knows he's gawking a little and yet he can't bring himself to close his mouth right away; he just keeps right on staring, admiring both items and the detail that had been put into making the collar. maybe he shouldn't be so pleased to see something like this in his clan colors, but if there was ever a moment, now seems like the perfect time.]
That is lovely, [the cultivator comments, finally breaking the silence by complimenting hua cheng's handiwork.] And it's exactly what I was thinking of, right down to the fur lining.
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he hums in the back of his throat at the praise, his grin spreading, visible eye curving up in enjoyment. ]
It seems we have similar tastes in collars, then. [ or at least similar visions of what would look good on sizhui. hua cheng sets the accessory to the side for now, though, determined to divest sizhui of the rest of his clothes before putting the collar around his neck.
he's already dealt with the shirt and vest, so it's sizhui's trousers that come next, unfastened at the waist and then eased down over his hips. his underwear, if he's wearing any, come too—hua cheng makes no secret of how eager he is to see sizhui fully nude, and once he has him bare, his gaze is voracious as it skims over the lovely lines of sizhui's body. ]
Sit up, xiao baitu. Let me put this on you.
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seeing the other man grin so exuberantly makes his own smile widen, something that he instinctively reaches to cover, even though there's no hiding the amusement that crinkles the corners of his eyes. making people happy just makes him feel so good, he can't help himself, okay?]
So it would seem. [sizhui's eyes follow the leash and collar, all the way up until it's set down, then sizhui redirects back to hua cheng, the hand he'd been using to cover his mouth moving back to his side. this way, whenever hua cheng goes for his pants, he can at least offer some help in getting them off, down over his hips and the curve of his ass, both hands pushing until he reaches mid-thigh before he lets hua cheng finish getting them and his underwear off.
the eagerness with which he's being undressed both flusters him and gives him another bout of smugness. someone this excited to see him naked? he can recall at least one other recent time, their first meeting not included, but being with sanji had been different.
although, the only thing on his mind now is the way he's being told to sit up. sizhui does as told, propping up onto his elbows first, pushing himself upright then he shimmies back a bit so he can twist around and rest on his knees, looking like the ever-obedient student. rather than curl into himself with embarrassment, he sits with his chest slightly puffed, still smiling, both of his hands resting on his thighs, wide eyes staring expectantly as he presents his neck.] Is this good enough?
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he shifts out of the way a bit to allow sizhui to come up onto his knees, then scoots back in and picks up the collar. it's such a cute posture, and sizhui looks so obviously expectant, that hua cheng can't help himself—he leans in to kiss the other man once, smiling against his mouth, and then pulls back to say, ]
Lift your hair for me.
[ once sizhui has done so, hua cheng leans close so he can wrap the leather of the collar around sizhui's neck, the side facing his skin padded by soft fur. he fastens it tightly enough to be felt, but not so tightly as to restrict sizhui's breathing—with just enough space that hua cheng is able to slip his pinky finger between sizhui's throat and the collar. there are two rings for the leash, one at the front and one at the back; for now, hua cheng affixes the leash to the ring at the front, then takes it in hand and tugs lightly, just once. enough for sizhui to feel it, but not intending to actually pull him anywhere. ]
How does it feel?
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another kiss only makes him more eager for hua cheng to collar him, shown in the way he stretches forward slightly and then does as he's told: he gathers all of his hair to one side then holds it out of the way.
the sensation of the fur-lined leather going around his neck is totally new, something he can't even compare to other romps he's had where he'd been restrained. when it tightens, sizhui visibly swallows, exhales a slow breath and raises a hand to touch the leather, his fingertips lingering on the upraised parts of the design. he slides them to where the ring is located on the back, slips his forefinger into it then gives it the faintest tug, another sigh passing his lips at the tension before he releases and moves his hand around to the front loop instead. he watches with rapt attention as hua cheng connects the leash to the collar, effectively securing him, his eyes widening faintly whenever hua cheng pulls at the leash so he can feel.]
It feels different? In a good way, though, like... I enjoy how it feels, especially when you pull it.
[which is a little embarrassing, admittedly, but he doesn't look too shy about it.]
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It looks good on you. [ hua cheng uses his light grip on the leash to pull sizhui a little bit closer, then leans in himself so that their noses brush, then their lips as he speaks. ] And I like the way it turns you on.
[ don't think he didn't see those wide eyes, sizhui, or the way that having the pressure of the collar against his throat made his breath catch. the arousal in his expression is clear as day to hua cheng, who hums and kisses sizhui again and then wraps the leash around his hand before reaching out to tilt sizhui's chin up again so he can admire the contrast of the white leather with his skin. ]
Beautiful. [ a declaration. hua cheng lets sizhui lower his chin, mostly so he can catch and hold sizhui's gaze. ] Spread your legs and get up on your knees for me, xiao baitu. Let me open you up.
Do you like it when the collar makes it hard to breathe?
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he clearly wasn't trying to hide his reaction like he might normally do; his response is whole-hearted and truthful and definitely aroused. the way he faintly squirms in place might solidify that if there was any doubt, however. sizhui meets the kiss with fervor, leaning even closer, chin tilting up when hua cheng lifts it, his expression eager again as hua cheng examines the collar around his neck. he's extra delighted that hua cheng's also admiring how it looks, even though he's not entirely sure what exactly it is that hua cheng is looking at, so he's just assuming it's only the collar.
either way, the compliment has him blushing brighter and this time, he does avert his gaze, humming softly, trying not to be too timid so as to also show that he's still interested in what's happening. once his chin is freed, he redirects to hua cheng, nods, shifts up a little higher on his knees then spreads his thighs as far apart as he can.] Like this? Or did you have a different position in mind?
[his throat works with some effort, but despite this, he still manages to respond,] Yes... not too hard, though.
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[ it's maybe not the most efficient pose for foreplay and preparation, but hua cheng likes it nonetheless. it allows him to kneel close to sizhui's side, one knee pressed between sizhui's own, and reach between his legs to slide a slick finger slowly inside him. indulgent, not delicate but careful in that hua cheng wants to watch the play of expressions across sizhui's face and knows that from this distance he has an excellent view.
glad that sizhui is being honest, hua cheng nods slightly and then says, ] I understand.
[ he's not trying to choke sizhui out, after all—he'll tug a little, but he'll be mostly gentle.
another benefit of their position is that it also allows hua cheng to use the leash to tug sizhui gently in for another kiss as first one finger, then two begin to slowly work inside him. the rhythm is steady, hua cheng's fingers sliding deep into his body and then pulling out, spreading as they go to stretch his rim; he curls them forward on occasion to rub over sizhui's prostate, and sometimes he ignores it entirely as a wicked tease. he wants sizhui hard and wanting, but isn't intending to make him come—at least not like this, on his fingers only. ]
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there comes a nod from him too, signaling that he's heard while still letting himself focus on what hua cheng's doing between his legs.
maybe sizhui will want to try something a little rougher one day, but today is not that day; the collar around his neck is already a step in a direction he's never been before and he doesn't want to overwhelm himself – or hua cheng – by asking for too much at once.
however, when hua cheng tugs the leash and uses the leverage to bring him in for another kiss, he can't help shivering outright, his hand sliding higher until he's got his arm wrapped around hua cheng's shoulders, eyes sinking shut whenever another finger joins the first one that hua cheng is already fucking him with. those moments where he brushes his prostate, sizhui can't help groaning and clutching tighter while doing his absolute best to follow the rhythm that he's got going. the other moments where he ignores it, sizhui whines pitifully, shifts his legs a particular way, and attempts to chase the sensation by rolling his hips against those fingers.
perhaps hua cheng isn't trying to make him come, this doesn't mean he won't do his best to get himself off.]
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Beautiful, [ hua cheng murmurs, completely sincere. for the time being he lets go of the leash, letting it hang between them so he can wrap an arm around sizhui's waist instead, looking down between their bodies to see both his own hand working between sizhui's thighs and the evidence of sizhui's arousal in the form of his hard cock resting against hua cheng's arm. ] Ah, xiao baitu, the things I would like to do to you.
[ but they can start with this: hua cheng pulls sizhui in for another kiss, needy and hot, and slides a third finger into his body to start fucking him with them in earnest. he'd thought, earlier, that he might like sizhui on his knees for this, getting fucked from behind, but the more hua cheng touches him the more he thinks he'd like to be able to see sizhui's face when he comes. maybe with sizhui on his back, then, at least for a little while. ]
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Haah... [it's all he can manage initially, his free hand reaching to touch the leash when hua cheng lets it go, a few fingers winding around the length before releasing once more. he swallows hard, inhales a breath through his nose and sighs it back out, then he finally says:] Tell me about them. [this way, he can imagine these things while chasing his pleasure, something he doubles up on by grinding his erection against hua cheng's arm.
where hua cheng decides to start is good, though. sizhui meets this kiss just as he's done with all the others: with enthusiasm and intensity— which is good because it's a distraction from another digit joining the ones already fucking him. he squirms and moans, nevertheless, then tightens his arm again, doing everything to pour attention into their kiss rather than let himself get too lost in the pleasure of hua cheng's fingers. regardless of how hua cheng wants him, sizhui's growing more and more eager, lips popped open and heavy pants passing them with every motion.]
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Where to start? [ hua cheng meets the insistent rocking of sizhui's hips with more purposeful strokes of his fingers, plunging them deep and then curling them lightly forward as he draws them out again. he wants sizhui loose and ready, and wants him to feel as good as possible in the process of getting him there. ] I want to kiss and lick and bite every inch of you until you squirm from how sensitive you are... I want to fuck you on your hands and knees with the leash around your neck, I want you bouncing in my lap and making those pretty noises of yours. I want you to ride me so I can see how good you look with my cock inside you. I would like to tease you with qi and refuse to let you come until you beg for it.
[ by now, sizhui's mouth is hanging open, wet and wanting, and hua cheng presses an open-mouthed kiss there, tongues sliding together and tangling in a way that's unmistakably erotic. clearly, the description of what hua cheng would do to sizhui is doing it for him, too. by now, sizhui seems sufficiently prepared, and so hua cheng finally withdraws his fingers and brings them, still slick, up to sizhui's hip to coax him onto his back again.
hua cheng's other hand resumes its grip on the tail of the leash, although he's careful not to pull on it too hard. if he holds it just right, then uses that hand to brace against the mattress, hua cheng thinks it will pull at sizhui's collar just right to remind him of its presence without restricting his breathing. ]
But right now, I want to fuck you and see your face while I do.
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at the beginning, is what he contemplates saying, except hua cheng starts talking and he's immediately letting his imagination go to work; he thinks about hua cheng's mouth all over his body, he ponders what it would be like to be fucked on his hands and knees with hua cheng holding the leash, and when he turns over the idea of riding hua cheng again, he can't help biting the inside of his cheek to muffle a groan as those fingers curl just right and have spots winking into his vision. trying everything tonight would be quite ambitious, but if hua cheng is up for it, sizhui's got the stamina to go multiple rounds, so they could probably do it—
there comes another kiss, their tongues mingling, a clear sign that telling him everything really was a good way to get them both going despite how far they've already gone by this point. he outstretches his free hand, trails a few fingers across hua cheng's abdomen, moving toward his groin before the fingers withdrawing from his body has him hesitating. with some reluctance, he loosens the arm he has around the man's shoulders and lowers it, using that hand to brace himself as he twists around until he's sitting properly, then he begins letting himself be guided to lay down.
in this new position, he can relax a little more, his head resting back which gives just enough tautness to the leash that the collar presses snugly against his neck, immediately reminding him of the leather strap that's currently encircling his neck. he exhales a slow, measured breath, trying to keep it controlled, although it still comes out as a soft, audible huff.]
I'm happy to oblige because that means I get to look at you, too.
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so hua cheng obliges. he nudges sizhui's hips up a little and guides his cock to that stretched, welcoming hole, then slips in slowly, little by little. he wants to make sure sizhui gets to feel all of him, every inch, until his hips press to sizhui's ass and hua cheng leans forward over him. his back curves, his elbow presses into the pillows, covering sizhui's smaller form with hua cheng's larger shape until he's close enough that he can lean down for another kiss.
their tongues slide together, and hua cheng pulls out just slightly so he can thrust back in. although the strokes are short, they're deep and intense, and hua cheng picks up a steady rhythm almost immediately, driving into sizhui purposefully and with passion. from this distance it feels like he can see every little jolt of pleasure that comes across sizhui's face, and hua cheng hungrily memorizes them all. ]
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oh and he feels every single inch, filling him up and making his breath hitch initially, but he holds it the last few moments until hua cheng's hips are flush against his backside. only then does he exhale, eyelashes fluttering, even if he does his best to focus his attention on hua cheng as the man leans over him, effectively covering him with his body. this prompts sizhui to wrap his arms around hua cheng's back, both of his legs shifting so he can drape them over his hips instead of having them rest there doing nothing. at least this way, he can hold on and tighten his legs whenever he wants hua cheng to slow down or something, and this way there are no limbs in the way when they come together for another kiss.
he moans into hua cheng's mouth once he starts moving, eyes squeezing shut at first the faster his partner goes, although he desperately tries to reopen them to watch hua cheng in kind. his thighs tense with each movement, half-lidded eyes flickering, his chest rising and falling with effort from his quickened breathing, yet he continues holding the kiss for as long as he can manage before he withdraws to let out a particularly sharp gasp as hua cheng thrusts into him just right.]
Ah, Hua Cheng!
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Just there, hm?
[ very well. to the extent he can, then, hua cheng aims for that spot—not dead-on every single time, of course, because hua cheng is nothing if not a terrible tease, but he tries to rub over sizhui's prostate on at least every third thrust to keep him tense and riding the knife's edge of pleasure versus too much stimulation.
meanwhile, hua cheng draws his palm lightly up sizhui's side, over his chest (with a pinch to his nipple) and then around the back of his shoulder so hua cheng is clinging just as tightly to sizhui as sizhui is to him. his other hand, still extended, applies just a little more pressure to the leash so that it tugs at the collar around sizhui's thoat—still not cutting off his air, but putting some tension against the side of his neck in a reminder that the toy is still there. ]
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it makes him squirm, almost like he's trying to both move away from the motions and push himself closer, as if he's overstimulated but not quite fully. hua cheng's teasing is doing wonders at keeping him riding high on this feeling and every time hua cheng's hips come up against him, he tightens his legs, up to the point he's got his legs positioned so his heels can faintly dig into his partner's ass by angling just right.
the hand dragging across his side and over his chest – with a brief stop to pinch his nipple – has him glancing downward, half-lidded eyes watching as hua cheng's fingers skim even higher, move around the back of his shoulder and hang on, which prompts sizhui to move as well. he slides his hands further up hua cheng's shoulderblades, grazes back down with his nails, then he moves up again and hooks both hands around hua cheng's shoulders, bringing them nearly chest-to-chest. while he does that, the leash gets pulled once more and sizhui's eyes pop open in surprise, sort of like he'd forgotten about the collar around his neck but the sudden tension is a nice awakening.
this whole time sizhui's got a little smile on his face, his clear amusement to how hua cheng's pleased with himself and the pleasure he's giving his partner.]
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when sizhui's grip adjusts to pull them even closer together, almost chest to chest, hua cheng discovers another fun little detail: the closeness of their position means that sizhui's cock is trapped between them, caught in the friction of their bodies moving together. he can feel it against his belly, hot and flushed and leaking precum in sticky trails over his skin. this too is evidence of sizhui's enjoyment, and hua cheng makes a noise of amusement in the back of his throat as he leans down for another thorough, messy kiss.
the leash is another good thing. it seems that sizhui keeps getting used to it when it loosens, only to be surprised and aroused all over again when he's reminded of its presence around his throat. along with the rhythm of his thrusts, hua cheng tries to find a good rhythm for that too, letting the leash slacken in his grip and then stretching it taut again so that sizhui can experience the sensation of the collar all over again.
with his mouth pressed against sizhui's, hua cheng murmurs, ] Do you know how pretty you look when you're being fucked, xiao baitu? It's a wonder anyone can get out of your bed.
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once they've been together for a moment or two, sizhui's gaze downturns, his eyebrows lift with consideration then his cheeks flare at the sight of just how turned on he is; if they aren't careful, he's going to lose himself much more quickly than he'd like. not that he can focus on that for long, what with hua cheng leaning in for another kiss, a groan passing between them once they've come together.
coupled with the well-timed thrusts, the pressure against his neck is yet another sensation that's driving him wild. something that isn't quite choking, but something that puts just the right amount of pressure on his neck to have little dots winking into his vision. whenever hua cheng lets up, his eyes readjust and he's locking his attention on hua cheng's face again, watching his features for any particular shifts of pleasure as he squeezes his thighs against hua cheng's hips in another show of wanting him to go faster.]
...if I'm really lucky, they don't leave it for a while. [and he hums with delight, shifting so he can pepper sweet little kisses all over hua cheng's mouth.]
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