[ If his dick wasnāt already interested, it certainly is now, with the first subtle tilt of Sizhuiās hips into his, pulling out a low, quiet groan thatās more breath than sound. Heās so drawn in by the sight of Jasonās fingers sliding into Sizhuiās mouth, deeper and deeper, plush, soft looking lips wrapped around them as if they were something else. Jason asks a question and Dickās turning his head before his gaze actually lifts, reluctantly looking away.
He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouthās parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jasonās fingers slowly tug out of Sizhuiās mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And heās right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. Thatās a challenge if heās ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldnāt beāFuck[ Surprised doesnāt make it out. Between holding Sizhuiās hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhuiās collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches itāfast reflexes never failing even when heās in the wildest situation ever.
But itās a challenge. Jasonās a challenge, and heās never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesnāt pay attention to. Then, heās reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jasonās shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jasonās. ]
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He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouthās parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jasonās fingers slowly tug out of Sizhuiās mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And heās right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. Thatās a challenge if heās ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldnāt beāFuck[ Surprised doesnāt make it out. Between holding Sizhuiās hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhuiās collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches itāfast reflexes never failing even when heās in the wildest situation ever.
But itās a challenge. Jasonās a challenge, and heās never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesnāt pay attention to. Then, heās reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jasonās shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jasonās. ]
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