[meanwhile, they haven't even gotten to the best part of it yet. watching dick stretch out though is a sight in and of itself; sizhui can't look away, aside from the partial half-glance he gives jason once his boyfriend comes to hand over the drink, which dick doesn't hesitate to drink from. his grin could almost rival the cheshire cat's whenever he does, the hand he's using for healing still gingerly working over dick's side, warm and steady.]
I know you do, [he confirms toward both of jason's statements, gaze lingering blatantly on those fingers after he's licked them clean. although it takes all his willpower to do so, he redirects his attention, hooded eyes considering how the older male's stretched across the couch.
perhaps he shouldn't, sizhui's taken things too far in one sense already, but the way dick's positioned alongside jay's staring really only spurs on the bad ideas.
imagine his surprise, however, when dick slides a hand underneath his, makes his breath catch by ghosting fingers across his palm.] Magic, [comes the simple answer and while he does, caution is thrown straight to the wind; he moves their hands until his fingers dip into the spaces between dick's, squeezes gingerly then sizhui balances a knee on the edge of the sofa, swings the other leg over dick's waist and straddles him with relative ease.] Back in my world, I'm what's called a ‘cultivator.’
To put it simply— [a moment's hesitation, long enough for his free hand to lift so he can turn toward jason again, coax him closer by crooking his fingers, a soft, breathy giggle following shortly afterward.] I'm what might be considered a wizard here in this world.
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I know you do, [he confirms toward both of jason's statements, gaze lingering blatantly on those fingers after he's licked them clean. although it takes all his willpower to do so, he redirects his attention, hooded eyes considering how the older male's stretched across the couch.
perhaps he shouldn't, sizhui's taken things too far in one sense already, but the way dick's positioned alongside jay's staring really only spurs on the bad ideas.
imagine his surprise, however, when dick slides a hand underneath his, makes his breath catch by ghosting fingers across his palm.] Magic, [comes the simple answer and while he does, caution is thrown straight to the wind; he moves their hands until his fingers dip into the spaces between dick's, squeezes gingerly then sizhui balances a knee on the edge of the sofa, swings the other leg over dick's waist and straddles him with relative ease.] Back in my world, I'm what's called a ‘cultivator.’
To put it simply— [a moment's hesitation, long enough for his free hand to lift so he can turn toward jason again, coax him closer by crooking his fingers, a soft, breathy giggle following shortly afterward.] I'm what might be considered a wizard here in this world.