[ Sylvain’s not sure he would have been able to slow down, even had Baizhu demanded that of him. As it is, he’s more than happy to obey this particular request, tightening his grip around them both and then twisting his hand slightly, as he sometimes done when he pleasures himself.
All the while, he rocks down against the other man, giving him heated friction to rut against as that heat builds higher and hotter. It’s impossible for Sylvain to even think right now, just chasing mindlessly after that building pleasure, how good it all feels.
How much he, too, wants more. ]
Fuck. [ He murmurs the curse against Baizhu’s throat as he finally tears his mouth away from the kiss, only to nip and suck his way back the man’s jaw and down his neck. Leaving tiny red marks in his wake. ] Fuck, I’m close. Next time… next time, want to be in you. Or have you in me. Either way would be good. There’s only so much more I can give you like this.
[ he could have dropped down to suck him off, honestly, but the friction feels so good against his own cock right now that he selfishly doesn’t want to relinquish it. ]
[ He’d meant to say that Sylvain’s making him feel too much already, that he has far too much experience than Baizhu’s given him credit for. That, well, it’s very hard for him to think when he’s too busy trying to match Sylvain’s pace, unable to hide his gasps and his moans of pleasure when it’s all he can do to just hold on, fingers digging into Sylvain’s shoulders as if letting go would mean losing himself—
And, absurdly, a thought crawls into his mind then—that he had learned something after all, that there’s more to Sylvain than meets the eye, that this experiment is, in a way, a resounding success—
So of course that’s the moment he finally comes with a shudder. ]
[ It’s murmured with a laugh against Baizhu’s throat, even as his pace increases, his hand still stroking them both.
He can feel from the way Baizhu reacts, the loss of rhythm and the hitched gasps for air, that the other man must be close as well. And when he arches beneath him and spills, Sylvain’s only a stuttered thrust or two behind him, grinding his cock down against the other man as he spills over their stomachs with a breathless moan only barely muffled against Baizhu’s shoulder.
Panting raggedly for air, he slumps there for a moment, head spinning and body all but humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. ]
[ He blinks, trying to focus in the midst of that post-coital haze, but it’s proving…difficult. He’s still panting hard, trying to catch his breath, except each one he takes reminds him of one very niggling fact—
There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.
Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.
He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]
[ That gets a snort of laughter from the redhead, which quickly turns into an all-out laugh as his body shakes with it a moment later. It’s enough to have him rolling onto his side, however, even if he drags Baizhu with him to keep him tugged snugly against his broad chest. ]
You could probably say that, yes. You alright?
[ he glances down to study his face, mirth lingering in amber eyes, skin still flushed from exertion and arousal. ]
Oh, my. So the patient wants to interfere with the doctor?
[ Cheeky. But it does draw a tired laugh out of him, because he knows now that Sylvain’s more than capable of it. And now he has to think about how quickly he’d succumbed to Sylvain’s libido, wondering just how amplified his powers had been when they’d coupled together.
Not that he can say for certain—not when he’d been far too distracted by…dammit, so he had forgotten himself after all, didn’t he? This man truly is a formidable opponent.
This is why Baizhu reaches out to gently flick him between the eyes. ]
Not that you aren’t stronger than you look…
[ Or maybe it’s just his skewed perspective from being such a twiggy ass. ]
I have a terrible habit of interfering whenever and wherever possible, I’m afraid. It’s a deep character flaw.
[ Said carelessly, as he remains sprawled there in sated languor. He feels energetic enough to joke, at least. There’s a smirk twisting across his lips as he chuckles, and then wrinkles his nose at the flick of the man’s finger. He might be pouting a little over that. ]
I know, I know, I’m a very impressive specimen. Should I assume that you got the information out of your experiment you were hoping for? Or do we need to repeat it a few more times for conclusive evidence?
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All the while, he rocks down against the other man, giving him heated friction to rut against as that heat builds higher and hotter. It’s impossible for Sylvain to even think right now, just chasing mindlessly after that building pleasure, how good it all feels.
How much he, too, wants more. ]
Fuck. [ He murmurs the curse against Baizhu’s throat as he finally tears his mouth away from the kiss, only to nip and suck his way back the man’s jaw and down his neck. Leaving tiny red marks in his wake. ] Fuck, I’m close. Next time… next time, want to be in you. Or have you in me. Either way would be good. There’s only so much more I can give you like this.
[ he could have dropped down to suck him off, honestly, but the friction feels so good against his own cock right now that he selfishly doesn’t want to relinquish it. ]
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[ He’d meant to say that Sylvain’s making him feel too much already, that he has far too much experience than Baizhu’s given him credit for. That, well, it’s very hard for him to think when he’s too busy trying to match Sylvain’s pace, unable to hide his gasps and his moans of pleasure when it’s all he can do to just hold on, fingers digging into Sylvain’s shoulders as if letting go would mean losing himself—
And, absurdly, a thought crawls into his mind then—that he had learned something after all, that there’s more to Sylvain than meets the eye, that this experiment is, in a way, a resounding success—
So of course that’s the moment he finally comes with a shudder. ]
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[ It’s murmured with a laugh against Baizhu’s throat, even as his pace increases, his hand still stroking them both.
He can feel from the way Baizhu reacts, the loss of rhythm and the hitched gasps for air, that the other man must be close as well. And when he arches beneath him and spills, Sylvain’s only a stuttered thrust or two behind him, grinding his cock down against the other man as he spills over their stomachs with a breathless moan only barely muffled against Baizhu’s shoulder.
Panting raggedly for air, he slumps there for a moment, head spinning and body all but humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. ]
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There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.
Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.
He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]
I suppose that experiment was a success. Hahaha…
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You could probably say that, yes. You alright?
[ he glances down to study his face, mirth lingering in amber eyes, skin still flushed from exertion and arousal. ]
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Somehow.
[ A soft laugh, as he reaches up to affectionately ruffle Sylvain’s hair. ]
I see I need to be a bit more careful the next time I toy with you.
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[ There is a very audible grin in Sylvain's voice at that, as he lets his head fall back against the cushion. ]
That just means I'll have to try harder to keep making you forget yourself...
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[ Cheeky. But it does draw a tired laugh out of him, because he knows now that Sylvain’s more than capable of it. And now he has to think about how quickly he’d succumbed to Sylvain’s libido, wondering just how amplified his powers had been when they’d coupled together.
Not that he can say for certain—not when he’d been far too distracted by…dammit, so he had forgotten himself after all, didn’t he? This man truly is a formidable opponent.
This is why Baizhu reaches out to gently flick him between the eyes. ]
Not that you aren’t stronger than you look…
[ Or maybe it’s just his skewed perspective from being such a twiggy ass. ]
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[ Said carelessly, as he remains sprawled there in sated languor. He feels energetic enough to joke, at least. There’s a smirk twisting across his lips as he chuckles, and then wrinkles his nose at the flick of the man’s finger. He might be pouting a little over that. ]
I know, I know, I’m a very impressive specimen. Should I assume that you got the information out of your experiment you were hoping for? Or do we need to repeat it a few more times for conclusive evidence?
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I’m afraid this is enough for now.
[ He’s feeling a lot more winded than he likes, no thanks to a certain someone. ]
Though I’ll be sure to call upon you for any future experiments, naturally.