If it weren't for how far gone he was himself, he might have even laughed. As much as he doesn't consider this a situation deserving of such humor.
Once the demands are finished leaving Tartaglia's lips, He Xuan pulls his fingers out without preamble. Both hands now free, in the heat of the moment, he's had the chance to slather some of that liquid from the bottle—now lying carelessly on the ground after being tossed—on his own cock. He's also already pulled back some in order to do so, nudging away the other's hand from where it had rested against the back of his neck.
No need for saying anything promptly, He Xuan's tugging at—gripping—one hip with one hand and guiding his cock with another, so he's effectively pulling Tartaglia right onto his cock, still kneeling on the bed. Not stopping for anything, He Xuan's slowly sheathing himself inside completely with a sound of pleasure, impatience of his own winning out as he doesn't bother to even bother to take care or hide such a sound.
That's as much as a reprieve that's given.
After all, figuring that neither of them desire to wait for long, He Xuan himself having no wish to do so himself with how much the other is tightly gripping onto him, he will already begin a pace, easing in and outside of Tartaglia. Sliding almost completely out and then, one hand tight on the other's hips, he's thrusted himself all the way back inside, using his grip as leverage all the while. ]
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If it weren't for how far gone he was himself, he might have even laughed. As much as he doesn't consider this a situation deserving of such humor.
Once the demands are finished leaving Tartaglia's lips, He Xuan pulls his fingers out without preamble. Both hands now free, in the heat of the moment, he's had the chance to slather some of that liquid from the bottle—now lying carelessly on the ground after being tossed—on his own cock. He's also already pulled back some in order to do so, nudging away the other's hand from where it had rested against the back of his neck.
No need for saying anything promptly, He Xuan's tugging at—gripping—one hip with one hand and guiding his cock with another, so he's effectively pulling Tartaglia right onto his cock, still kneeling on the bed. Not stopping for anything, He Xuan's slowly sheathing himself inside completely with a sound of pleasure, impatience of his own winning out as he doesn't bother to even bother to take care or hide such a sound.
That's as much as a reprieve that's given.
After all, figuring that neither of them desire to wait for long, He Xuan himself having no wish to do so himself with how much the other is tightly gripping onto him, he will already begin a pace, easing in and outside of Tartaglia. Sliding almost completely out and then, one hand tight on the other's hips, he's thrusted himself all the way back inside, using his grip as leverage all the while. ]