A foreboding feeling fills this place... (Feb - March Closed Threads for He Xuan)

[esurientabyss]

🌊Who: He Xuan, and peeps.
🌊What: Dating, other potential misc. stuff that's coming up.
🌊When: February - March.
🌊Where: Boat, various places on the island.
🌊Warnings: Some NSFW, alcohol. Fun times~



🎃 fall events

childe (tartaglia) | link to trio shenans

mundane/misc. activities
jack vessalius, kaveh, appreciation

⛄ winter time
a talk

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[esurientabyss]

[ 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. ]

[sluice]

[ 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. ]

Want to go another round?

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[ Those markings left will stay easily; even if his skin doesn't flush like a normal human's, bruises will still linger.

In the haze, He Xuan can only think that it is certainly nothing less than typical of the other male to brutally continue such movements with such a singular, yet driven, and greedy focus. As if he has any room to judge, when both of them have been so feverous with desire, merciless in their own ways to be fulfilled.

Nevertheless, regardless of where he's positioned, it's so easy for him to lean upwards as much as he can into the kiss despite the fact that both of them have recently reached the culmination of the first round. For a man like himself, He Xuan has usually been relatively patient, though if given the option to immediately capitalize on something he desires, he'll go right for it. And so, he has full intentions of making good on the little exchange between them. When Tartaglia finally pulls away, He Xuan unabashedly licks his lips, where the other male has pressed a thumb just a few moments ago.

It's almost seamless how he pulls himself into a seating position, only to then place himself over the younger man like before. Seeing him cover an arm with his face like that does amuse him a little, considering what he had asked of him. ]

I'd no intentions of allowing this to resolve in just simply one.

[ Words spoken truthfully, He Xuan moving to descend upon him so he can kiss this time at the other's neck, hands moving to slide down those sides, resting at his hips just so, and ensuring that he's going to leave more than his fair share of marks. Not just from having gripped with his hands, but biting here or there that can't be mistaken for anything else. ]

[sluice]

[ First round or second round, whatever. It's the anticipation that he can hardly bear. His arm's sleeping and then it's tingling all over, needles of sensation below the nerves when Tartaglia pulls it back to see. Fingertips dropped to the mattress, they leave streaks as his hand opens, closes, opens again, movements come loose. Legs as slack as his posture, he crumples them back together, knees driven to dig into He Xuan's sides.

Even this tendency to filthy things up can't get away from him; all these urges on the rise, and he gives way to none of them, trying for patience when held so deeply. Hard to stay so motionless when compelled otherwise, thinking largely inconsequential things about He Xuan's hair and how it's like this long, black spill of ink pouring over him, colder than each bite gifted to his neck. ]

Sometimes I wonder. Feels a little premeditated!

[ Looking a bit mangled with these bruises edging into his skin, Tartaglia pulls him down by those dark strands, gently tugging at He Xuan's scalp. All this time has passed and he can't quit being haunted by hubris. A bit hesitant to relinquish control, he still adopts the recreational tone, teasing under a shivery jaw and bared throat. ]

Are you into me?

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[ Feeling Tartaglia's knees digging in isn't so much as discomforting as more indication that the other man is very much into the idea. Still, with him having made such an inquiry, it isn't entirely surprising that he'd be so receptive; almost unexpectedly conjuring a little smile from the taller male. He can only imagine even now he's restless—the man is always so full of life. So energetic.

When the comment leaves him about it being premeditated, he huffs lightly. He thinks that the bruises suit him well, given that they are ones left by him. A sign, perhaps, of a sort of possessiveness.

Then, he feels the tug, pulled down by the grip, and perhaps in a different manner—less physical than actually so—with those teasing words, spoken so carefree. He slips one hand from where it lays against a bare hip, only to find a nipple, fingers pinching and squeezing at it. ]

...I do find it hard to resist you. No point in pretending that it isn't true.

[ Still a safe response as any. Even beyond his hidden desire for something more, the red-head is attractive; handsome and captivating. He changes where he's been leaving bites, finishing off one more so that he can shift, and press one against Tartaglia's chest, enveloping the other nipple within his mouth to suck on it. ]

[sluice]

[ 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?