[ His ass is so flat, there's nothing to grope? Any flatter and it'll go concave.
But Tartaglia indulges it, haphazardly stumbling on his feet where he's pinned in place. Closer than further apart, his eyes turn ferocious. That's just how it goes when he's saddled with this bottomless hunger, like a sieve that can't be filled. Busy losing the rest of his mind to tugging the zipper down of his volition, he's wrenching out of He Xuan's reach. ]
Rip it and I'll leave wearing nothing. That fine with you?
[ Leveling the flattest retort possible, Tartaglia sinks to his knees. The dress is half-shucked off where he's crouched down, now split down the middle. Back exposed through the tugged-open seam of it, the reflection of it through the mirror is indecent, as hot and flushed as his face. Ungracious and troublesome besides, he glances up from beneath his lashes. ]
I'll suck you off— [ More senseless conviction spills out of his mouth, laughter stretched out and searing his throat. ] —if you'll let me.
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But Tartaglia indulges it, haphazardly stumbling on his feet where he's pinned in place. Closer than further apart, his eyes turn ferocious. That's just how it goes when he's saddled with this bottomless hunger, like a sieve that can't be filled. Busy losing the rest of his mind to tugging the zipper down of his volition, he's wrenching out of He Xuan's reach. ]
Rip it and I'll leave wearing nothing. That fine with you?
[ Leveling the flattest retort possible, Tartaglia sinks to his knees. The dress is half-shucked off where he's crouched down, now split down the middle. Back exposed through the tugged-open seam of it, the reflection of it through the mirror is indecent, as hot and flushed as his face. Ungracious and troublesome besides, he glances up from beneath his lashes. ]
I'll suck you off— [ More senseless conviction spills out of his mouth, laughter stretched out and searing his throat. ] —if you'll let me.