[ Reasoning impaired and common sense corroding, Tartaglia's aching less under the pull of aphrodisiac than the imbalance. Unsettled, stepping out of the pool of his clothes, his thoughts smearing like his lack of poise, no restraint in him at all when he falls back into the bed. The landing is soft, but it doesn't take the edge off, glancing sidelong at that weirdly floating bottle and back at He Xuan when it zooms back into his hand.
Kind of unreal, the sight's too dreamlike, more akin to a fantasy; panting into the sheets, he's gulping insensibly with the notion. Too late to ask if they could do it in the shower or something, crank the water at full blast, icy enough to thaw the nerves. Not like he has enough frame of mind to use his Vision either, cast on the floor with everything else.
Less substantial than even these rich sheets is his sudden lapse in control, grasping rather uselessly at the sheets, knuckles so heavy with strain. Never has he harbored the intent to shove his fingers inside his ass and get off that way, so of course it isn't an effortless act to receive any now. Crushing and vice-like even though he's hardly a virgin, he's clenching down around the part of He Xuan's hand that's slid inside. The sensation is unyielding, slick from the lube, but insufferably hot, the air sawing out of his lungs while he's still full of things he can't exorcise. ]
Just a promise from you.
[ Hard to be anything but stupidly honest when Tartaglia's made so vulnerable, breath coming out too shallow and fast, skin suffocated by the heat. Ignoring the fact that his dick's throbbing so angrily between his legs, he's reaching for whatever of He Xuan that he can touch while impaled on his hand. ]
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Kind of unreal, the sight's too dreamlike, more akin to a fantasy; panting into the sheets, he's gulping insensibly with the notion. Too late to ask if they could do it in the shower or something, crank the water at full blast, icy enough to thaw the nerves. Not like he has enough frame of mind to use his Vision either, cast on the floor with everything else.
Less substantial than even these rich sheets is his sudden lapse in control, grasping rather uselessly at the sheets, knuckles so heavy with strain. Never has he harbored the intent to shove his fingers inside his ass and get off that way, so of course it isn't an effortless act to receive any now. Crushing and vice-like even though he's hardly a virgin, he's clenching down around the part of He Xuan's hand that's slid inside. The sensation is unyielding, slick from the lube, but insufferably hot, the air sawing out of his lungs while he's still full of things he can't exorcise. ]
Just a promise from you.
[ Hard to be anything but stupidly honest when Tartaglia's made so vulnerable, breath coming out too shallow and fast, skin suffocated by the heat. Ignoring the fact that his dick's throbbing so angrily between his legs, he's reaching for whatever of He Xuan that he can touch while impaled on his hand. ]
Give me your word.