[lucky for all three of them, this isn't actually a dream and there's no fear of waking up unfulfilled. dick's barely-there groan spurs him on, has sizhui's hips shifting more intently, the hand that isn't occupied propped against dick's chest, fingertips pressed firm, the blunt of his nails teasing oh-so-faintly. he flutters his eyelashes, tears his gaze away from jason long enough to slant dick a glance as his tongue darts between jason's fingers, mouth quirking at one side in a halfhearted smirk.
whenever jason withdraws, he whimpers softly, exhales a breathless, trembling sigh and tilts his head into the hand still stroking his neck. after reopening his eyes just in time to catch dick looking at him again, an actual smile comes across his face, lips spit-shiny and somewhat swollen.
before he's given the chance to comment about jason's remark too, there's the slightest jostle, his hand lifts from dick's chest as if he might reach to help catch the glass, though with his own inebriation taken into account, he isn't quite fast enough. dick is though and while they won't have to clean up broken glass, there's definitely cold, wet slush seeping into dick's sweatpants and his own tights.] Ah...! [a quick shift and he's rocked up on his knees, his hand finding jason's forearm for momentary balance then sizhui lifts the edge of his dress, hooks the waistband of his leggings and carefully works them off each leg, tosses them over his shoulder once he manages.
and once his attention is back on the two of them, it takes all his willpower to not grin like a fool; dick's hand has disappeared up jason's shirt, probably searching for a reaction and likely spreading spilled alcoholic slush. okay, so maybe he smiles a little in spite of himself but.]Yes, [then he reaches for jason's hand, laces their fingers together, tugtugtugs for incentive.] You're much too far away still.
[with that, he scoots back the faintest amount on dick's thighs and dips forward, brushes his mouth over the man's abdomen, lapping up some sweet stickiness off his skin.]
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whenever jason withdraws, he whimpers softly, exhales a breathless, trembling sigh and tilts his head into the hand still stroking his neck. after reopening his eyes just in time to catch dick looking at him again, an actual smile comes across his face, lips spit-shiny and somewhat swollen.
before he's given the chance to comment about jason's remark too, there's the slightest jostle, his hand lifts from dick's chest as if he might reach to help catch the glass, though with his own inebriation taken into account, he isn't quite fast enough. dick is though and while they won't have to clean up broken glass, there's definitely cold, wet slush seeping into dick's sweatpants and his own tights.] Ah...! [a quick shift and he's rocked up on his knees, his hand finding jason's forearm for momentary balance then sizhui lifts the edge of his dress, hooks the waistband of his leggings and carefully works them off each leg, tosses them over his shoulder once he manages.
and once his attention is back on the two of them, it takes all his willpower to not grin like a fool; dick's hand has disappeared up jason's shirt, probably searching for a reaction and likely spreading spilled alcoholic slush. okay, so maybe he smiles a little in spite of himself but.] Yes, [then he reaches for jason's hand, laces their fingers together, tugtugtugs for incentive.] You're much too far away still.
[with that, he scoots back the faintest amount on dick's thighs and dips forward, brushes his mouth over the man's abdomen, lapping up some sweet stickiness off his skin.]