[ Cute...He Xuan's mind is temporarily short-circuiting at that. Of all the things anyone has said to him, this is what gets him? Yet, if it were anyone else, he'd absolute be completely indignant about hearing that. 'Who does that person think think they are?', Is the expected line of thought.
But it doesn't come. His feelings betray him in his time of need. Much like how his body is, entrapped by a more intense heat, and the tightness constricting around his cock pleasantly with how Tartaglia is moving like this. He prides himself in his own control, to the fullest; but he knows he's already let it fray so much. Tartaglia's words make him unable to hold back a hitched breath, or perhaps it's because even he's spiraling quickly towards something he certainly can't stop. Not that he feels inclined to, his own movements of rolling his hips upwards jerky, uncoordinated. ]
You're ridiculous. But...why don't you enjoy it while you still can—hah—Tartaglia? This look, that is.
[ That arrogance makes him burn even hotter, wanting for a moment to break it in half, and then pick up the pieces. Only him. But isn't the reverse the same as well? Only Tartaglia...he is the only one he'd allow this from. No one else, he decides in a maddened fervor, as his mind is shaken into a frenzy, anything at this point enough to cause tremors, and he's certainly at his limit, even with the man taunting him.
Words can't escape his lips like the sounds that slip through he can't hold down. So in lieu of a proper response to the impertinent, egotistical follow-up, He Xuan takes one hand off one bruised thigh to grab roughly a hold of one of the other's arms, tugging him perhaps uncomfortably a bit down, to see him easier. Even if it's unnecessary.
Let this moment be seared into his memory, because He Xuan isn't going to let him off so easy.
Just as promised, He Xuan doesn't look anywhere else, even with reaching a blinding pleasure that briefly causes those golden eyes of his to glaze over, lips parted open as he spills into the other man still atop him. ]
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But it doesn't come. His feelings betray him in his time of need. Much like how his body is, entrapped by a more intense heat, and the tightness constricting around his cock pleasantly with how Tartaglia is moving like this. He prides himself in his own control, to the fullest; but he knows he's already let it fray so much. Tartaglia's words make him unable to hold back a hitched breath, or perhaps it's because even he's spiraling quickly towards something he certainly can't stop. Not that he feels inclined to, his own movements of rolling his hips upwards jerky, uncoordinated. ]
You're ridiculous. But...why don't you enjoy it while you still can—hah—Tartaglia? This look, that is.
[ That arrogance makes him burn even hotter, wanting for a moment to break it in half, and then pick up the pieces. Only him. But isn't the reverse the same as well? Only Tartaglia...he is the only one he'd allow this from. No one else, he decides in a maddened fervor, as his mind is shaken into a frenzy, anything at this point enough to cause tremors, and he's certainly at his limit, even with the man taunting him.
Words can't escape his lips like the sounds that slip through he can't hold down. So in lieu of a proper response to the impertinent, egotistical follow-up, He Xuan takes one hand off one bruised thigh to grab roughly a hold of one of the other's arms, tugging him perhaps uncomfortably a bit down, to see him easier. Even if it's unnecessary.
Let this moment be seared into his memory, because He Xuan isn't going to let him off so easy.
Just as promised, He Xuan doesn't look anywhere else, even with reaching a blinding pleasure that briefly causes those golden eyes of his to glaze over, lips parted open as he spills into the other man still atop him. ]