[ It's fine. Look, he'll be the one to tip his head back and laugh, high and mirthless, wishing for more grace under the skin or less smoldering heat. Much too hot to do anything else besides sinking onto He Xuan's dick, anyways, temperature spiking when Tartaglia's running himself too thin. It's like being branded on the inside; he's clumsy about accepting the scalding trespass when punched out of air.
But he's grinding down against it until his body's swallowed more cock, wet from the lube and tenderly opened up. Figures it'd be hard to ride He Xuan's cock when held taut against the mattress. Predicting the pace comes easily enough but it still throws him hard when the full length of it slams inward, filling him too quickly.
He's clenching for all the space it occupies inside of him, throbbing from the overwhelming stretch. Pushed much too deep, the thrusts are overwhelming, and Tartaglia's gripping at He Xuan's wrist before long, fingers gnawing shallow crescents where they've dug in. Not to retreat, though. Even in a compromising position, legs pulled taut on either side of He Xuan's waist, he's ceaseless in his attempts to drag him further down. ]
Come on. [ His voice is so shivery, tremors eating up the clarity it could've carried. ] Come closer. You'd make me wait this long?
[ Why the hell is He Xuan propped up so far away, anyways? Kneeling to fuck him dispassionately is all well and good, but it's nothing proximate, not the soul-sucking closeness that Tartaglia craves so earnestly. ]
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But he's grinding down against it until his body's swallowed more cock, wet from the lube and tenderly opened up. Figures it'd be hard to ride He Xuan's cock when held taut against the mattress. Predicting the pace comes easily enough but it still throws him hard when the full length of it slams inward, filling him too quickly.
He's clenching for all the space it occupies inside of him, throbbing from the overwhelming stretch. Pushed much too deep, the thrusts are overwhelming, and Tartaglia's gripping at He Xuan's wrist before long, fingers gnawing shallow crescents where they've dug in. Not to retreat, though. Even in a compromising position, legs pulled taut on either side of He Xuan's waist, he's ceaseless in his attempts to drag him further down. ]
Come on. [ His voice is so shivery, tremors eating up the clarity it could've carried. ] Come closer. You'd make me wait this long?
[ Why the hell is He Xuan propped up so far away, anyways? Kneeling to fuck him dispassionately is all well and good, but it's nothing proximate, not the soul-sucking closeness that Tartaglia craves so earnestly. ]