[ It's been more than a couple centuries since He Xuan has found himself sunken so deep that his actions can be comparable to potentially thoughtless or rash for more than a single moment. To allow himself to do things such as this without careful rumination; at least, with the chaotic, haphazard way he's behaved during all of it. But perhaps this is part of him too.
His feelings are more than surface level, making this more complicated than simple—yet, he lets them remain submerged, angling towards allowing only his deep physical need apparent. A deep greed that he has within him is now unleashed, with him unable to keep it at bay, and the time for shame has long since passed.
Letting the bottle float, and letting go of the other's hand, he takes his clothing off in smooth, hurried movements, letting himself stand completely exposed. He then boldly reaches for that hand again in a quick motion, leading them closer to the bed, towards the end, perfectly witnessed in the mirror directly across. ]
Did you think I would look away when I can barely keep my eyes off of you?
[ Golden eyes bare down on Tartaglia, as he dares to reach forward, hand on the male's chest, to try to push him back against the bed so he can climb atop him. And of course, the bottle's already brought back into his other hand, opened, two fingers dipping in. He has full intention of still preparing Tartaglia properly, and will slip two in first, between those legs, movements smooth, impatient, but direct all the same.
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His feelings are more than surface level, making this more complicated than simple—yet, he lets them remain submerged, angling towards allowing only his deep physical need apparent. A deep greed that he has within him is now unleashed, with him unable to keep it at bay, and the time for shame has long since passed.
Letting the bottle float, and letting go of the other's hand, he takes his clothing off in smooth, hurried movements, letting himself stand completely exposed. He then boldly reaches for that hand again in a quick motion, leading them closer to the bed, towards the end, perfectly witnessed in the mirror directly across. ]
Did you think I would look away when I can barely keep my eyes off of you?
[ Golden eyes bare down on Tartaglia, as he dares to reach forward, hand on the male's chest, to try to push him back against the bed so he can climb atop him. And of course, the bottle's already brought back into his other hand, opened, two fingers dipping in. He has full intention of still preparing Tartaglia properly, and will slip two in first, between those legs, movements smooth, impatient, but direct all the same.
Leaving no room for nothing but certainty. ]