[ So unsweet, there's no subtlety left in him, baring all the terrible greed like the Adam's apple set in his throat. Abject with his stare, Tartaglia's shoving at those fingers tugging around his cock to wrap his own around them, stroking erratically so he doesn't fall right off the sharp precipice of self-control. Anything like discipline in him is halfway to annihilation already, inglorious and brutalizing with his own hand.
Losing it, losing himself in it, he's palming broadly along He Xuan's nape, clutching him down so he's dragged closer. Impatient and prying, Tartaglia's pushing so He Xuan lowers his head for once before him. ]
Do it.
[ He'll fall to pieces if left on his own, well before any vulgarity. Buried into with grinding slowness, he's shuddering, the noises leaving him filthy and shattered. Well out of his own depth, every inch of him glistening in sweat or wreathed in shivers, Tartaglia's nudging himself down so he can take those fingers deeper. The dip in his backbone proves inflexible, even when he's struggling to arch off the bed. ]
Do it already. I'm letting you.
[ Or he'll do it, and he'll be relentless and cruel in wrenching up to overpower He Xuan. ]
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[ So unsweet, there's no subtlety left in him, baring all the terrible greed like the Adam's apple set in his throat. Abject with his stare, Tartaglia's shoving at those fingers tugging around his cock to wrap his own around them, stroking erratically so he doesn't fall right off the sharp precipice of self-control. Anything like discipline in him is halfway to annihilation already, inglorious and brutalizing with his own hand.
Losing it, losing himself in it, he's palming broadly along He Xuan's nape, clutching him down so he's dragged closer. Impatient and prying, Tartaglia's pushing so He Xuan lowers his head for once before him. ]
Do it.
[ He'll fall to pieces if left on his own, well before any vulgarity. Buried into with grinding slowness, he's shuddering, the noises leaving him filthy and shattered. Well out of his own depth, every inch of him glistening in sweat or wreathed in shivers, Tartaglia's nudging himself down so he can take those fingers deeper. The dip in his backbone proves inflexible, even when he's struggling to arch off the bed. ]
Do it already. I'm letting you.
[ Or he'll do it, and he'll be relentless and cruel in wrenching up to overpower He Xuan. ]