[ The question makes him laugh at the very idea of it. If there's one way to describe Xue Yang, "just all talk" would be the furthest thing from it.
He gives a bite to Nie Huaisang's lip and grinds down against him in return, not as hard but definitely a bit stiff himself. ]
I will. But I'm going to take my time with you.
[ He takes another slow inhale of Nie Huaisang's skin, then presses himself to his neck. Xue Yang rocks his whole body against him as he leans in and pulls back. He places small kisses where he can feel the pulse, open-mouthed ones along his windpipe, and even bites that, with more force, would be positioned to crush it. Necks are so vulnerable, and indulging in that vulnerability excites Xue Yang. He's often living half a step away from death, his own or others', and playing so close to that is an intoxicating feeling.
His hands trace along the lines of the robes and the body beneath him, no destination in mind, just feeling textures as they run along the pads of his fingers. ]
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He gives a bite to Nie Huaisang's lip and grinds down against him in return, not as hard but definitely a bit stiff himself. ]
I will. But I'm going to take my time with you.
[ He takes another slow inhale of Nie Huaisang's skin, then presses himself to his neck. Xue Yang rocks his whole body against him as he leans in and pulls back. He places small kisses where he can feel the pulse, open-mouthed ones along his windpipe, and even bites that, with more force, would be positioned to crush it. Necks are so vulnerable, and indulging in that vulnerability excites Xue Yang. He's often living half a step away from death, his own or others', and playing so close to that is an intoxicating feeling.
His hands trace along the lines of the robes and the body beneath him, no destination in mind, just feeling textures as they run along the pads of his fingers. ]