[ His concentration is completely shot. Waiting for the crash, he's steeling himself so he doesn't cave under the feeling burning him through or it might just break him. Flushed all over, the friction is scathing him even through his nerves. It's too hard to stave off the momentum when he's caught up in the free-fall, pinning He Xuan flat to the sheets.
So many times does Tartaglia pull himself back to try and last, the seconds feverish and prolonged. Held up so unbearably in the sensation, his fingers snap taut around He Xuan's shoulder until he forcibly retracts them. There are bruises shining there, fitted to the shapes made from clutching too hard. As always, he overestimates himself.
Unable to take this slowly, Tartaglia slams himself down on that cock right up to the finish, shuddering when he can't last all the way to the end. Jumpily, he's struggling to escape He Xuan's snaring reach so he can wrap a hand around his own dick and trap the mess of release in his palm alone. But Tartaglia sullies him all the same, swearing just a little as cum leaks out of his loosely-closed fist and pools all over He Xuan's abdomen. ]
... That's the idea. [ Filthy with want, he tips his head down for a kiss. The moment stretches onward until he retreats. Looming over him afterwards, he's smearing a thumb over He Xuan's mouth, besmirching it like everything else. ] Good thing I live to please.
[ Toppling right off, Tartaglia hits the bed and just lies there, an arm slung over his face like that'll keep the restlessness at bay. ]
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So many times does Tartaglia pull himself back to try and last, the seconds feverish and prolonged. Held up so unbearably in the sensation, his fingers snap taut around He Xuan's shoulder until he forcibly retracts them. There are bruises shining there, fitted to the shapes made from clutching too hard. As always, he overestimates himself.
Unable to take this slowly, Tartaglia slams himself down on that cock right up to the finish, shuddering when he can't last all the way to the end. Jumpily, he's struggling to escape He Xuan's snaring reach so he can wrap a hand around his own dick and trap the mess of release in his palm alone. But Tartaglia sullies him all the same, swearing just a little as cum leaks out of his loosely-closed fist and pools all over He Xuan's abdomen. ]
... That's the idea. [ Filthy with want, he tips his head down for a kiss. The moment stretches onward until he retreats. Looming over him afterwards, he's smearing a thumb over He Xuan's mouth, besmirching it like everything else. ] Good thing I live to please.
[ Toppling right off, Tartaglia hits the bed and just lies there, an arm slung over his face like that'll keep the restlessness at bay. ]
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