[ Typical Tartaglia, never knowing when to give in, his reception of the kiss intense as ever. But, that's just one of the many aspects he's found to be more of a charm than anything else about him. Daring too, with the way he boldly shoves his leg between his thighs. ]

Since you know, they're hardly secrets anymore. [ He states bluntly, and then the other male moves that knee, bringing pleasant friction, incurring a grunt. With Tartaglia like this, He Xuan lets his hands wander, but the fluffy dress is a bit of an impediment, even when he has a hand dip low, gripping his rear end, eager to press him even closer. ] Careful what you ask for.

[ Even for someone like him, the mark will settle. Meanwhile, he's sliding another hand around to the other male's back, forcing a bit of room where it had been against the solid mirror, searching for a way to begin to pull the top half of the dress off. Buttons? Zipper? Or he'll just rip it off in his impatience, whatever's quicker; Tartaglia's attempts to hold him at bay, ineffective. ]

You're in far too many layers. This needs to come off.