[ A feverish gaze that He Xuan has no intentions in looking away from, still caught up in the moment, but not necessarily having much misunderstanding now when the signs are so clear in what kind of effects have come over their bodies. Only more a semblance of restraint, which is all but meaningless to him, with the way that Tartaglia is speaking.
Both options sound surprisingly equally appealing. Is it because of the wretched heat blotting out any sense of rationality? Or because of who it is in front of him, who he has already desired before any of those damn chocolates came into play.
But his inclination to take Tartaglia is a bit higher than eventually being made to surrender. ]
Not easily, but eventually.
[ He Xuan is already close to Tartaglia, making the idea of any distance between the meagre and laughable at most, when he shifts unabashedly closer, anticipating the other has no qualms about lack of distance now at the very least. Then, he's moving one hand daringly to rest on one of the other man's hips.
Unsurprisingly, he speaks again, words dark with arousal. ]
And I would ruin you. Make you enjoy it...wanting it, until you're thinking of nothing else.
[ Will Tartaglia protest much if he leans in to steal a kiss from him? It wouldn't certainly be chaste regardless, intent on giving him a taste of such passion, and intensity. ]
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Both options sound surprisingly equally appealing. Is it because of the wretched heat blotting out any sense of rationality? Or because of who it is in front of him, who he has already desired before any of those damn chocolates came into play.
But his inclination to take Tartaglia is a bit higher than eventually being made to surrender. ]
Not easily, but eventually.
[ He Xuan is already close to Tartaglia, making the idea of any distance between the meagre and laughable at most, when he shifts unabashedly closer, anticipating the other has no qualms about lack of distance now at the very least. Then, he's moving one hand daringly to rest on one of the other man's hips.
Unsurprisingly, he speaks again, words dark with arousal. ]
And I would ruin you. Make you enjoy it...wanting it, until you're thinking of nothing else.
[ Will Tartaglia protest much if he leans in to steal a kiss from him? It wouldn't certainly be chaste regardless, intent on giving him a taste of such passion, and intensity. ]