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 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.”