[ He Xuan is used to not being bothered by temperature himself, but even like this, he can feel it all, as if he were still in a normal human body—the sensations running through him more intense than ever that he can't be as so unaffected to proceed about as usual. Any control he's hanging onto is just for show, given how he doesn't even bother to ease the other into it—but presumptuously he wonders how wrong is it for him to believe that Tartaglia might enjoy it.
Feeling him clutch so desperately tight around him, He Xuan doesn't bother to hold back how quick his breaths leave him, as if he actually needs to take in air when it's entirely unnecessary, but despite it all he's witness to the way the other reaches—for something. Then, his wrist—and now he attempts to pull him in with those words, so inflected with that heated desire. ]
Maybe I'd make you wait a little longer.
[ He Xuan says, voice not nearly as without heat as he'd prefer it to be. Maybe after this, days later, Tartaglia will forget the man said something like that. ]
How angry would you be if I did?
[ But he is the type of person he can't help but give the one he cares deeply about what he wants, not to mention his own desire to be so much closer. And so, shifting their positions slightly, he leans down. Close enough like this to grab onto, to have those arms encircle, or...for He Xuan to press deeper and harsher still into Tartaglia, but also steal a greedy, heated kiss from the other man. ]
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Feeling him clutch so desperately tight around him, He Xuan doesn't bother to hold back how quick his breaths leave him, as if he actually needs to take in air when it's entirely unnecessary, but despite it all he's witness to the way the other reaches—for something. Then, his wrist—and now he attempts to pull him in with those words, so inflected with that heated desire. ]
Maybe I'd make you wait a little longer.
[ He Xuan says, voice not nearly as without heat as he'd prefer it to be. Maybe after this, days later, Tartaglia will forget the man said something like that. ]
How angry would you be if I did?
[ But he is the type of person he can't help but give the one he cares deeply about what he wants, not to mention his own desire to be so much closer. And so, shifting their positions slightly, he leans down. Close enough like this to grab onto, to have those arms encircle, or...for He Xuan to press deeper and harsher still into Tartaglia, but also steal a greedy, heated kiss from the other man. ]