Flexible? Now that is certainly to consider. He slots their mouths together and allows himself one hand to help Sizhui nudge the dark material down his hips and down his thighs. Zhu Que only pulls away to stand and pull it entirely off of himself, unashamed, to join his socks and boots on the floor.
He returns to the bed and kisses him again, as if savoring and drinking in his taste. He moves his lips to press hot, open mouthed kisses along his neck.
It's during this where Sizhui decides he'll test the waters a little more, deepen the kiss somewhat by nipping Zhuque's bottom lip and easing the sting with the press of his tongue. The whole time, their hands work in tandem easing Zhuque's pants down, getting almost to his knees before he moves away and stands to get them off the rest of the way.
He isn't left alone too long, but when he is, Sizhui's simply gawking at Zhuque the entire time he finishes undressing, yet wastes no time hooking both arms around his waist and reaching up his back to splay both hands against his shoulderblades once he returns. Carefully, they push, urging Zhuque to lay against him while they kiss, his breath coming out in a heavy, pleased sigh whenever those kisses begin drifting down toward his neck. “Is there... any particular way you'd like me?”
He nips at his pulse point, easily holding himself over the younger man as
his long, dark hair drapes over the both of them like a curtain.
"I should ask you that," he murmurs against the pale skin.
His lips and teeth worry along the slope of his shoulders, then down to the
slope of his collarbones.He rests his weight on one knee and caresses along
his side, mapping the other out in his mind. His hand settles on Sizhui's
hip, long fingers wrapping around it and thumb caressing at the soft skin.
Sizhui's head tilts, offering Zhuque more neck to mark, his right arm shifting so he can gently stroke his fingertips through some of that long hair. “I asked you first,” he teases against Zhuque's ear, leaving the softest kiss against the shell.
As Zhuque's mouth works down toward his shoulder, he tips a little further, breath abruptly catching whenever he brushes a collarbone. “But i-if I have to decide?” a beat, another gasp, both his hands moving to hook Zhuque's shoulders again and his fingernails catching the skin when that hand working along his side finds his hip. “I... like being able to look at you.”
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He returns to the bed and kisses him again, as if savoring and drinking in his taste. He moves his lips to press hot, open mouthed kisses along his neck.
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He isn't left alone too long, but when he is, Sizhui's simply gawking at Zhuque the entire time he finishes undressing, yet wastes no time hooking both arms around his waist and reaching up his back to splay both hands against his shoulderblades once he returns. Carefully, they push, urging Zhuque to lay against him while they kiss, his breath coming out in a heavy, pleased sigh whenever those kisses begin drifting down toward his neck. “Is there... any particular way you'd like me?”
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He nips at his pulse point, easily holding himself over the younger man as his long, dark hair drapes over the both of them like a curtain.
"I should ask you that," he murmurs against the pale skin.
His lips and teeth worry along the slope of his shoulders, then down to the slope of his collarbones.He rests his weight on one knee and caresses along his side, mapping the other out in his mind. His hand settles on Sizhui's hip, long fingers wrapping around it and thumb caressing at the soft skin.
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As Zhuque's mouth works down toward his shoulder, he tips a little further, breath abruptly catching whenever he brushes a collarbone. “But i-if I have to decide?” a beat, another gasp, both his hands moving to hook Zhuque's shoulders again and his fingernails catching the skin when that hand working along his side finds his hip. “I... like being able to look at you.”