[ He Xuan doesn't quite care about whether he's being greedy or not. Especially when he's feeling ravenous. He'll take all he can get out of this situation.
But anyway, he is spat at, and it lands on his cheek. Wiping it with a hand is a waste of time, though a bit of water moves to erase the image of what he perceives to be such a childish act. ]
You protest too much.
[ But, a rebel to the end, hm? Who would've thought that they'd be brought to a point of contention; not that He Xuan cares in particular especially since at this time he hardly sees a need to make true connections with people. Regardless, Diluc isn't the only one tumbling towards the apex of all this; his short response is only evidence of that, so he mercilessly pounds into the red head with the intention to ensure that Diluc will reach his satisfaction alongside him.
...Though, He Xuan pulls his hand away from Diluc's arm, aiming to wrap his fingers around that neck, and press down to cut off some of the red head's airflow just a bit for that little stunt earlier. ]
[So he's being punished, is he? So be it. Diluc isn't so foolish that he doesn't know what he was asking for by spitting directly in He Xuan's face, but what he hadn't accounted for was being strangled.
No... He could've seen this coming, but not what it does to him, the lack of air making his head swim and his eyes lose focus. Moreover, his skin tingles, every last inch of it including the point where their bodies connect, and very quickly, every touch becomes electric. Every thrust shakes him, throaty gasps breaking out of his throat that startle even Diluc himself with their brazenness.
It feels good. Genuinely, truly, and he'll be unpacking this for a while after the fact. Diluc audibly sighs for the first time, and there's no arguing against how good it feels, not when he can feel nothing but He Xuan moving inside of him, urging him closer and closer to release. His body moves in tandem with He Xuan's, a vehicle for chasing his own pleasure, and he hates it. He hates it, but he's ceding to his urges all the same, clenching up tight around He Xuan's cock to massage every last inch of it and keep it all to himself.
When release hits Diluc, it hits like a tidal wave, teeth chattering and hands coming up to dig crescents into the flesh around He Xuan's wrists. The aftermath is messy, hips jerking with every pivot of He Xuan's, and he'll have to apologize to the Goddess later for coming heavily in what once was a nice, pristine hot spring... not. Sorry not sorry, Goddess.]
[ Every single person has their limit. That in of itself is plain to see when, finally, this is what makes Diluc give into the pleasure, but it isn't as if He Xuan's thoughts stay too linear either. Not when he's already this far into it. Not when Diluc's expressions and noises of pleasure are without reserve, a show of debauchery only witnessed by one other.
Oh and with the way Diluc is clenching tightly, He Xuan isn't all that quiet either. His sharp, short breaths turn into grunts and some actual gasps, even with him able to keep up the rhythm with the exact right posture and power behind each thrust. The constricting heat around his cock feels phenomenal, and for once in a long time he considers briefly that there is some merit in chasing the fulfilment of this small task.
Diluc's abrupt hit of climax is felt easily more than heard with the way his hands grip tighter into his pale wrists, still able to mar his ghostly-pale skin. More importantly is the feeling of the way he feels his cock become squeezed wonderfully tight as a result is enough to take him over the edge. With a sharp, stuttering breath, he comes into Diluc before he realizes that is exactly what he has done. But hey, Diluc was holding onto him and He Xuan's own mind had blanked out blissfully for a moment. There was nothing to be done about it.
Though, just like that, he pulls right out of Diluc (and taking his wrists with a rough tug out of the other male's grip), probably allowing more wonderful liquid to drip or fall into what was wonderfully sacred hot springs.
He's not exactly sure what to say and thinks all is said and done, so he will just be making a beeline for his clothing now, thanks. ]
[He's never come so hard in his life, which is probably unsurprising to anyone who knows Diluc, including himself... but to think this happened thanks to someone like He Xuan is deeply frustrating.
Regardless, it's over now. If he had any anger... no, any feeling left in him whatsoever after being gutted so thoroughly, he'd cleave He Xuan in half for leaving his mess inside of him, and Diluc is instead left behind in the springs to bury his fingers in himself and scoop it out. Disgusting. Almost as disgusting as He Xuan himself, but will Diluc get over this? Maybe.
Time will tell, but for now, he doesn't even turn to look at He Xuan. Go ahead and get dressed, asshole. While you're at it, leave before Diluc thinks better of foregoing violence and grabs his sword. He'll climb out as soon as he's able and get dressed, but if He Xuan is still lingering around, he won't hear another word from Diluc. Once he's dressed, he brusquely sets off to return home without so much as a glance. Thanks for the sex??]
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But anyway, he is spat at, and it lands on his cheek. Wiping it with a hand is a waste of time, though a bit of water moves to erase the image of what he perceives to be such a childish act. ]
You protest too much.
[ But, a rebel to the end, hm? Who would've thought that they'd be brought to a point of contention; not that He Xuan cares in particular especially since at this time he hardly sees a need to make true connections with people. Regardless, Diluc isn't the only one tumbling towards the apex of all this; his short response is only evidence of that, so he mercilessly pounds into the red head with the intention to ensure that Diluc will reach his satisfaction alongside him.
...Though, He Xuan pulls his hand away from Diluc's arm, aiming to wrap his fingers around that neck, and press down to cut off some of the red head's airflow just a bit for that little stunt earlier. ]
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No... He could've seen this coming, but not what it does to him, the lack of air making his head swim and his eyes lose focus. Moreover, his skin tingles, every last inch of it including the point where their bodies connect, and very quickly, every touch becomes electric. Every thrust shakes him, throaty gasps breaking out of his throat that startle even Diluc himself with their brazenness.
It feels good. Genuinely, truly, and he'll be unpacking this for a while after the fact. Diluc audibly sighs for the first time, and there's no arguing against how good it feels, not when he can feel nothing but He Xuan moving inside of him, urging him closer and closer to release. His body moves in tandem with He Xuan's, a vehicle for chasing his own pleasure, and he hates it. He hates it, but he's ceding to his urges all the same, clenching up tight around He Xuan's cock to massage every last inch of it and keep it all to himself.
When release hits Diluc, it hits like a tidal wave, teeth chattering and hands coming up to dig crescents into the flesh around He Xuan's wrists. The aftermath is messy, hips jerking with every pivot of He Xuan's, and he'll have to apologize to the Goddess later for coming heavily in what once was a nice, pristine hot spring... not. Sorry not sorry, Goddess.]
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Oh and with the way Diluc is clenching tightly, He Xuan isn't all that quiet either. His sharp, short breaths turn into grunts and some actual gasps, even with him able to keep up the rhythm with the exact right posture and power behind each thrust. The constricting heat around his cock feels phenomenal, and for once in a long time he considers briefly that there is some merit in chasing the fulfilment of this small task.
Diluc's abrupt hit of climax is felt easily more than heard with the way his hands grip tighter into his pale wrists, still able to mar his ghostly-pale skin. More importantly is the feeling of the way he feels his cock become squeezed wonderfully tight as a result is enough to take him over the edge. With a sharp, stuttering breath, he comes into Diluc before he realizes that is exactly what he has done. But hey, Diluc was holding onto him and He Xuan's own mind had blanked out blissfully for a moment. There was nothing to be done about it.
Though, just like that, he pulls right out of Diluc (and taking his wrists with a rough tug out of the other male's grip), probably allowing more wonderful liquid to drip or fall into what was wonderfully sacred hot springs.
He's not exactly sure what to say and thinks all is said and done, so he will just be making a beeline for his clothing now, thanks. ]
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Regardless, it's over now. If he had any anger... no, any feeling left in him whatsoever after being gutted so thoroughly, he'd cleave He Xuan in half for leaving his mess inside of him, and Diluc is instead left behind in the springs to bury his fingers in himself and scoop it out. Disgusting. Almost as disgusting as He Xuan himself, but will Diluc get over this? Maybe.
Time will tell, but for now, he doesn't even turn to look at He Xuan. Go ahead and get dressed, asshole. While you're at it, leave before Diluc thinks better of foregoing violence and grabs his sword. He'll climb out as soon as he's able and get dressed, but if He Xuan is still lingering around, he won't hear another word from Diluc. Once he's dressed, he brusquely sets off to return home without so much as a glance. Thanks for the sex??]