Running mad in the excess of honesty, he comes up short with reasons to strategically withdraw. In a less effected state, he'd question the circumstances more. At least, his gaze wouldn't sink this badly, the air first stifling and then harsh where it's flung atop him, the heat crawling to blister over his shoulders.
At his own discretion, Tartaglia says what's on his mind, eyes gleaming. ]
You'll find me plenty obliging. [ His teeth sink into his lower lip when he says it, not at all edging away from the attention that he's invited upon himself. ] More enthusiasm would be nice!
[ Is flattery such a curse? It's probably for the best that Tartaglia doesn't acknowledge his own attention-seeking habits when he can't fall back upon taunting to cope. For once, he's wrung out, and doesn't remark on much else, pressing down into whatever new reprimand finds him with his mouth. One hand's loosely fitted around the base of He Xuan's cock, tongue sliding deep down the underside, more soft than not. No attempts to shove it past his lips when he's preoccupied with affixing him with insolence, like he could force captivation with only his mouth. ]
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Running mad in the excess of honesty, he comes up short with reasons to strategically withdraw. In a less effected state, he'd question the circumstances more. At least, his gaze wouldn't sink this badly, the air first stifling and then harsh where it's flung atop him, the heat crawling to blister over his shoulders.
At his own discretion, Tartaglia says what's on his mind, eyes gleaming. ]
You'll find me plenty obliging. [ His teeth sink into his lower lip when he says it, not at all edging away from the attention that he's invited upon himself. ] More enthusiasm would be nice!
[ Is flattery such a curse? It's probably for the best that Tartaglia doesn't acknowledge his own attention-seeking habits when he can't fall back upon taunting to cope. For once, he's wrung out, and doesn't remark on much else, pressing down into whatever new reprimand finds him with his mouth. One hand's loosely fitted around the base of He Xuan's cock, tongue sliding deep down the underside, more soft than not. No attempts to shove it past his lips when he's preoccupied with affixing him with insolence, like he could force captivation with only his mouth. ]