[ Giving in and indicating that he has lost is something that He Xuan doesn't quite make a habit out of. But suffice to say, this sort of behavior doesn't feel out of sorts where Tartaglia is concerned—bold to the point where even the idea of letting this drag on is an idea despite the heat that is easily fraying logic in the mind.
Even with him as sensitive as this, how much Tartaglia takes, how much he is touching is nice, but it's well below the realm of anything remotely satisfying. Given how he has loosened the grip, that only adds to the insult. ]
Tartaglia...
[ This time, he speaks his name—breathless and heated—from vexation more than satisfaction, the latter of which seems to elude him thanks to the other's efforts. Words are almost on the tip of his tongue, trying to find a way to construct them together to urge the red head on, but this is driving him mad enough. And seeing him more exposed? Aching and impatient, He Xuan can't wait. Nor can he give in like this.
He doesn't give any warning to him yanking the other male right off of his cock, one hand moving to ensure that Tartaglia's hand is also pulled away from where it was loosely wrapped, all in one smooth motion. ]
I've let you try to please me and have been found wanting. Let me make good on what I said I'd do to you.
[ He's waited long enough. One of the containers of lube flies straight into one of his hands, without need for any usage of water. Even with the dress still barely on Tartaglia, at this point he will literally fuck him with it still on.
Assuming, of course, he does indicate he's fine with it. ]
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Even with him as sensitive as this, how much Tartaglia takes, how much he is touching is nice, but it's well below the realm of anything remotely satisfying. Given how he has loosened the grip, that only adds to the insult. ]
Tartaglia...
[ This time, he speaks his name—breathless and heated—from vexation more than satisfaction, the latter of which seems to elude him thanks to the other's efforts. Words are almost on the tip of his tongue, trying to find a way to construct them together to urge the red head on, but this is driving him mad enough. And seeing him more exposed? Aching and impatient, He Xuan can't wait. Nor can he give in like this.
He doesn't give any warning to him yanking the other male right off of his cock, one hand moving to ensure that Tartaglia's hand is also pulled away from where it was loosely wrapped, all in one smooth motion. ]
I've let you try to please me and have been found wanting. Let me make good on what I said I'd do to you.
[ He's waited long enough. One of the containers of lube flies straight into one of his hands, without need for any usage of water. Even with the dress still barely on Tartaglia, at this point he will literally fuck him with it still on.
Assuming, of course, he does indicate he's fine with it. ]