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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[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?

[esurientabyss]

[ 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?