[ Laid out, he loses all sense of his pulse to each caress denting his skin with He Xuan's bare and sprawling touch. It sends him crashing deep into delirium. Held up on the heat crowding its way into his nerves, Tartaglia's knees scrunch up a little further, sloppily locking his legs around that waist. ]
Coming from you, it's just... obvious. Not that I get why.
[ Hardly anything good exists in him, after all. He wasn't made to be loved. No use saving face over that. Seizing He Xuan's fingers, Tartaglia clutches them with a drowning, fever-heavy grip. Feeding into his own bottomless habit for acting up, he mouths over one palm, each kiss smothering and gentle. None of it takes the edge off.
But it does cage his breath as it uselessly spills out of him, feigning calm when he's collapsing into arousal. Any reprieve left between a throbbing dick or stiff nipples has vanished outright. Tartaglia's voice comes out stilted, nestled between the joints and ligaments of He Xuan's hand, as he veers towards distraction. ]
How— nnngh. [ Aghhhhhhhhh, his chest. ] How... how about another kiss?
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Coming from you, it's just... obvious. Not that I get why.
[ Hardly anything good exists in him, after all. He wasn't made to be loved. No use saving face over that. Seizing He Xuan's fingers, Tartaglia clutches them with a drowning, fever-heavy grip. Feeding into his own bottomless habit for acting up, he mouths over one palm, each kiss smothering and gentle. None of it takes the edge off.
But it does cage his breath as it uselessly spills out of him, feigning calm when he's collapsing into arousal. Any reprieve left between a throbbing dick or stiff nipples has vanished outright. Tartaglia's voice comes out stilted, nestled between the joints and ligaments of He Xuan's hand, as he veers towards distraction. ]
How— nnngh. [ Aghhhhhhhhh, his chest. ] How... how about another kiss?