That you would rather not wax poetic about how pretty I am? I've got a pretty good idea.
[ gu yun's wit is lightning quick- always has been, always will be - and talking to childe is no exception. he can't glean childe's background or his life, but the pieces come together. gu yun himself could go on and bullshit for hours and hours and hours about how pretty someone was, but that's only because he can spin a yarn like a pro. he likes pretty people, pretty things.
but he respects a lot more than that.
there's a beat. ] Thought you didn't like deception.
[ that's got a little taunt to it, a challenge. being praised isn't really a new thing for gu yun, but it's not really something he applies a lot of value to, either. he's enjoying lording the fact that this is how they're going to do this over childe's head, but his ego's not so massive that it's something that really is going to get him going. so much of his personality is put upon... much like his capabilities in the bedroom.
aka! it's not his first kiss (me sighing in relief and also crying), but it is one of them. gu yun can bullshit with the best of them, though, and he's a quick learner; his hand comes back up to find the back of childe's neck and hold him there, opening his mouth into the kiss easily. he's receptive, at first, letting the languid concept of being worshipped easily hide his own observations before he's pushing his tongue into his mouth to kiss him back properly.
at least the ties will be easy to find! something something fake china. gu yun's robes are of a high quality silk, but they loosen easily when tugged, opening up the expanse of his chest. looking down will find him covered in scars - the injuries of a man who has lived his entire life on a battlefield. ]
sighs. sighs again and slaps a nsfw on this for unlocks
[Gu Yun can probably feel the curve of his mouth, at that, but he doesn't say anything in favor of focusing on the kiss. He keeps his mouth open and pliant just long enough before he pushes back--not so different from a spar, really. It's all a dance in the end. Childe goes back on the offensive, and the pressure of his kiss reflects that.
He doesn't like deception, no. But what he likes doesn't mean a damn thing when he's got a job to do.
He saw enough of the scars the day of their arrival that he doesn't pull back to look, instead letting his hands move across them, mapping them out more with his nails than his fingers. He's operating under the assumption that Gu Yun is used to this, and not particularly sensitive, so he doesn't bother playing at being the gentle, curious lover. He immediately focuses on what seem like the worst scars, when he finds them. They abandoned their game quickly, but that means his thirst for stories of conquest was never sated, and he wants to know more about them. Wants to add more with his own hands, and this isn't fierce combat, but it can be close enough if he tries. Childe isn't particularly sadistic by nature, but it's something he can lean into if he wants, and he does that now. There's no point to this if it brings no benefit to himself too, after all.
He breaks away, jerking his head slightly out of Gu Yun's grip on his neck, a wordless indication to loosen it. It's not to go far, though, just to let him mouth his way down Gu Yun's throat.
Hn. For all his flirting...]
You're a loyal one, aren't you. [It's not a question; just an observation, murmured into his pulse point. This time, though, there is (what sounds like, at least) true appreciation in his voice, low as it is. I won't be mean enough to make you retcon but please know that henceforth hickies will be a constant thing because Childe is a biter.
One hand moves to rest over Gu Yun's heart, fingers pressing down, hard--as if he could sink his hand straight into Gu Yun's chest, if he tried hard enough. The other will move down to his pants, searching for the ties on those too. Chop chop, they're on a schedule.] Someone waiting for you at home for this?
[ writing about hickies in my first strip check will absolutely make me want to die. i swear it.
his assumption about gu yun is incorrect, but not for the reason that he's just a virgin maiden. rather, its that he's been compensating for his lack of senses his entire life - even when he's medicated - which means a few things. not just his nose (doglike) and his palate (picky), but touch, too. when he can't rely on his eyes or his hearing, gu yun relies on the way the world feels to survive. the way the wind feels on his bare skin, the way iron armor hits the breaking point of its heat before cooldown; he has taught himself to pick up on every sensation over the years, and this is the first time that he's realizing that maybe it's going to be to his benefit in the bedroom. each touch is amplified because of it, and the rough nature is giving and wanting, something to his taste.
the worst scar he'll find is blatant. it starts at the base of his neck and stretches all the way down under his chest, like he'd been cleaved in two and sewn back together, the skin white and dead, and when childe traces it, his back rises with it, easy, following the sensitivity f his own skin with the marks he knows are there. it sticks out among the rest, scattered marks from bullets, from the sharp edge of a wind slasher, from shrapnel, from swords, from arrows. he's more scar, than person, at this rate - gu yun, the cockroach, the survivor.
the hand on the back of his neck loosens, picking up on the cue, and and he brings it up to curl in his hair, instead, grip loose at first, though tightening at the sharp sensation of teeth. at the way that statement rankles something, laid bare more so than anything else.
(because childe isn't wrong.)
letting his eyes flutter shut, tilting his head back, gu yun is lazily enjoying the heady warmth of the wet pressure of his mouth; however, childe's statement makes him snort. ]
My heart only belongs to Great Liang. [ he says this loftily, a low hint of dark humor even like this - but that's true, too. what other attachments could he have? there's not enough room in his heart for more than his nation, and everything it embodies. it speaks to his loyalty, and to his core, perhaps more than anything.
it is, however, a no. he doesn't exactly have a partner of any kind, if that's what childe's implying.
gu yun lifts his hips to make it easier for him, unafraid of the pressure at his chest; his heartbeat flutters under childe's palm, though there's nothing romantic about it. under his silks, gu yun's teeny waist is even more obvious, his figure surprisingly delicate despite the layer of muscle and scars on top. by all means, do all the work, he's supposed to be getting worshipped here! ]
They'll be plenty of them, too; that scar attracts him like a moth to a flame, and he sinks his teeth into it as soon as he gets that far--not hard enough to break skin, but definitely enough that even he could've felt it. He follows it like a trail, like he can bite and suck the memory of such a fight straight out of Gu Yun's skin. It's a confirmation of what he already knew, the moment they spoke--that Gu Yun would (will?) make a fine opponent someday.
Maybe if they're lucky, they'll get to fight at full strength. His own breath hitches at the idea of that.]
Mm. No one's at your level of dedication, are they.
[It shows a fervent devotion. He thinks, just for a moment, of Zhongli--of the people of Liyue--and the hand on Gu Yun's heart clenches for a moment, nails digging into the skin before he pulls away.]
Turn over.
[He says that but he scoots back, turning to climb off the bed. He's leaving apparently. Wow.]
it makes the top of his scalp tingle, to have that much attention paid to the gnarled, half dead skin of his largest scar - an odd sensation, but not a bad one, necessarily. gu yun, like anyone you might expect to be aligned with the sin of pride, can't stand feeling particularly vulnerable, so... despite the fact that childe's bitey, almost fightlike treatment should be off-putting, he likes it more than the praise, too.
the hand in his hair curls tighter, fiercer, holding him there - childe'll feel the way his breath catches at the nails that dig into his skin, because he feels it, like a spark underneath the too pale pallor of his skin. it's starting to get good, get his blood pumping.
and then, as childe pulls away, his expression sours a bit, immediately, and he pulls his hair. petty. ] What exactly do you think is happening here?
that's it - he just lunges up and grabs childe by the front of the shirt to throw him back on the bed. if this was sexy, he'd be pouncing on him, but it's really more like a football tackle. gu yun rolls them over with it, though, throwing a leg over his waist to pin him back down. ]
If you think I'm about to start eating meat you have another thing coming.
[Second of all, give him about three seconds of silence before he just. Starts cracking up. There are actual tears of laughter in his eyes. What the fuck is this.]
second of all his ass is unfortunately, really nice. teeny waist nice butt. he finally decides to stop beating childe with the pillow, giving him a deeply unamused look. the top of his ears are a little red, but that could also just be from the wrestling. ]
Your idea of worship could use some work. Have you considered reading visiting the Buddha? Saying a couple amitahbas? [ SAYS GU YUN, KNOWN TEMPLE HATER ]
[I can't believe Gu Yun is Wei Wuxian. Fortunately for my sanity, Childe is way more into the scars, but unfortunately for my sanity, he's still groping. And also grinning, because this is so fucking funny.
Sure, it's from wrestling. Okay. Whatever you say, Sir Marquis.]
A little more sacrilegious than I'd planning for, but if that's what you'd prefer when we-- when we eat meat-- [oh, he's. He can't even get the words out without snickering. This is even funnier than cocogoat.] --then it can be arranged--
[ it is really unfortunate how many things he has in common with wwx but at least he has less weird kinks
the minute he starts laughing, gu yun smacks him with the pillow again. this is being nice, because he'd rather just punch him, but they're supposed to be getting indulgent business done here. business. gu yun slips into the rougher, slang filled speech of the military camps, and tells childe, not so nicely - ] Just because you speak this language all wrong doesn't mean you can't understand a metaphor, foreigner.
[ white boy.
he grabs his chin, this time, between his thumb and forefinger. little shit. ] If we're going to fuck, then it's not going to be like that.
[Should've just punched him tbh, he would've been into it. But this is good enough; the spark of challenge brings a little light to his eyes, and his grin widens. He doesn't even try to break out of the hold on his chin, he's having too much fun with the upper hand here. He will remember this forever.]
It will. [Gu Yun's position makes it so incredibly easy to shift and press his thigh up between his already-spread legs and rub, leisurely, as if they've got all day. The grip Childe has on his ass means he can pull him forward, too, so he can't wiggle back and escape.] Your assets [haha, assets] are much nicer than mine. Anything else would be a waste.
[He says it so calmly, like any other option is unthinkable. How's that for flattery?]
that does feel good, admittedly. he squeezes his grip on childe's face much tighter this time in response, but he'll let him get away with it, loosening that grip in exchange for thighs squeezing against where he's still pinning and bracketing his hips. ] Is it difficult, not having any finesse? I'm just curious.
The tighter the grip on his chin, the more fun he looks like he's having, eyes dark as he leisurely moves his thigh back and forth just enough to keep up the friction. He moves one hand back to that scar he's so intrigued by, scratching down it with his nails again.
They've... gotten along???... well enough up until this point, but there's a whole new level to this now that he's gotten a strong reaction out of him. Childe is a thousand times more interested in chasing the danger rabbit.
He glances pointedly down at his lap, too, as much as the grip on his face will allow. Looks like it's working for you, he does not say, but he's thinking it loudly enough that he might as well have.
Instead, though--]
Three feet of ice won't freeze in a day.
[Patience, patience... honestly, as much as he'd figured he wanted to get this over with, he's having way more fun slowing down whenever Gu Yun tries to rush him.]
anyway. he seems slightly less irritated now that childe isn't trying to roll him over like a dog, wow, and releases his grip, instead sliding his hands back into his hair again, fingers curling tight. at the moment, he's not sure if childe's still just into annoying him or if he's into the fight of it all (probably both?) but he's got no interest in treating him gently either way, so.
settling back into the actual experience comes fairly easily, at first. he hums to the proverb, letting it pass by without response, because, sure. if childe thinks him impatient, he can continue to think that. he's the one that doesn't apparently believe in foreplay.
his hips roll easy into childe's touch, though, the motion fluid and instinctual, back arching a bit into the scratch. it's fine; if he's enjoying it, it has nothing to do with the attitude and everything to do with the friction, the simple carnal desire that comes from these situations. gu yun is going to say something about how the feeling's mutual, clearly, but. something's off?
one hand snakes loose from his hair, and trails his hand down the front of his chest, now, clever, long fingers, skirting over fabric, down to his fucking stupid bermuda triangle i hate so much ]
You would think with lust, you'd be an expert. [ gu yun's voice, even with the insult, lowers a bit, something huskier, something coaxing. taunting, almost. he pushes forward against the hand on his scar, daring. ] Unless you're lusting after something else? A fight, maybe?
...A conquest? [ his hips roll forward, pressing back into his hands, then forward again. ]
I don't think you want me to roll over at all. [ because where would the fun be in that? ] And if you think I'll bend the knee so easily, then you've sorely underestimated me, and the point of this endeavor.
[ there's a moment where he lifts, as his hand comes down further, past his waist, rising up as he puts his weight on his shins - ]
[It is definitely both, yeah. It's the fight of it all, but more than that, it's the little victory of getting under the skin of someone so like himself, so difficult to rile up.
The thing is, Childe truly doesn't care. Fucking or getting fucked is all the same to him, when it comes to personal enjoyment--it's a trivial concern, and he has experience with both. But it's a game, now, a challenge, something to--well, yes, conquer, in a way. Gu Yun's trying to turn the tables on him, but it's not working this time, because words roll off his back like water, and he has a goal to pursue now. One that he's got absolute confidence in reaching.
Or at least, it wasn't working. He can feel Gu Yun's hand moving towards his pocket, and he's just a second too late in grabbing his wrist.
To compensate, he uses the grip and his position to flip them back over while Gu Yun's busy teasing, pinning his hand against the mattress. It's not full strength, but it's enough to tease at how much he holds back.
He doesn't try to grab them back, but at least the cocky smile is gone for now, his eyes dark for a whole different reason.]
That was a gift from someone who could grind you into dust with a pinky, were you worth the effort. I would appreciate it if you treated it carefully.
he tenses, but gu yun has already struck to grab the chopsticks, so, childe won't have a hard time flipping him over. his back hits the bed, all loose silks and long hair as he's pinned down into the mattress itself by a hand. recovering from the quickness of that motion just gets gu yun to smirk, now, the twinkle in his eye less playful and far more cunning. ]
Now who's the devoted one?
[ he could say something else. he could fight back or flip him back over, cognizant of the amount of strength from that move.
but gu yun doesn't have to, does he? he's all about leveling the playing field. strike for him and he'll strike back - the same sort of recognition they've made of each other from that very first day. this destruction is mutually assured, in every manner possible, and gu yun has no intentions of letting childe forget that, either.
his grip loosens easy on the chopsticks, still holding them lightly between his fingers, and gu yun gives them a little wiggle, as if offering childe the chance to take them back and put them somewhere safe. ]
My apologies. [ he replies, and the way gu yun tips his head back into the pillows and lifts his chin, smirk still on his face, says more than any fake apology really could. ]
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[ gu yun's wit is lightning quick- always has been, always will be - and talking to childe is no exception. he can't glean childe's background or his life, but the pieces come together. gu yun himself could go on and bullshit for hours and hours and hours about how pretty someone was, but that's only because he can spin a yarn like a pro. he likes pretty people, pretty things.
but he respects a lot more than that.
there's a beat. ] Thought you didn't like deception.
[ that's got a little taunt to it, a challenge. being praised isn't really a new thing for gu yun, but it's not really something he applies a lot of value to, either. he's enjoying lording the fact that this is how they're going to do this over childe's head, but his ego's not so massive that it's something that really is going to get him going. so much of his personality is put upon... much like his capabilities in the bedroom.
aka! it's not his first kiss (me sighing in relief and also crying), but it is one of them. gu yun can bullshit with the best of them, though, and he's a quick learner; his hand comes back up to find the back of childe's neck and hold him there, opening his mouth into the kiss easily. he's receptive, at first, letting the languid concept of being worshipped easily hide his own observations before he's pushing his tongue into his mouth to kiss him back properly.
at least the ties will be easy to find! something something fake china. gu yun's robes are of a high quality silk, but they loosen easily when tugged, opening up the expanse of his chest. looking down will find him covered in scars - the injuries of a man who has lived his entire life on a battlefield. ]
sighs. sighs again and slaps a nsfw on this for unlocks
He doesn't like deception, no. But what he likes doesn't mean a damn thing when he's got a job to do.
He saw enough of the scars the day of their arrival that he doesn't pull back to look, instead letting his hands move across them, mapping them out more with his nails than his fingers. He's operating under the assumption that Gu Yun is used to this, and not particularly sensitive, so he doesn't bother playing at being the gentle, curious lover. He immediately focuses on what seem like the worst scars, when he finds them. They abandoned their game quickly, but that means his thirst for stories of conquest was never sated, and he wants to know more about them. Wants to add more with his own hands, and this isn't fierce combat, but it can be close enough if he tries. Childe isn't particularly sadistic by nature, but it's something he can lean into if he wants, and he does that now. There's no point to this if it brings no benefit to himself too, after all.
He breaks away, jerking his head slightly out of Gu Yun's grip on his neck, a wordless indication to loosen it. It's not to go far, though, just to let him mouth his way down Gu Yun's throat.
Hn. For all his flirting...]
You're a loyal one, aren't you. [It's not a question; just an observation, murmured into his pulse point. This time, though, there is (what sounds like, at least) true appreciation in his voice, low as it is. I won't be mean enough to make you retcon but please know that henceforth hickies will be a constant thing because Childe is a biter.
One hand moves to rest over Gu Yun's heart, fingers pressing down, hard--as if he could sink his hand straight into Gu Yun's chest, if he tried hard enough. The other will move down to his pants, searching for the ties on those too. Chop chop, they're on a schedule.] Someone waiting for you at home for this?
they be banging. unfortunate.
his assumption about gu yun is incorrect, but not for the reason that he's just a virgin maiden. rather, its that he's been compensating for his lack of senses his entire life - even when he's medicated - which means a few things. not just his nose (doglike) and his palate (picky), but touch, too. when he can't rely on his eyes or his hearing, gu yun relies on the way the world feels to survive. the way the wind feels on his bare skin, the way iron armor hits the breaking point of its heat before cooldown; he has taught himself to pick up on every sensation over the years, and this is the first time that he's realizing that maybe it's going to be to his benefit in the bedroom. each touch is amplified because of it, and the rough nature is giving and wanting, something to his taste.
the worst scar he'll find is blatant. it starts at the base of his neck and stretches all the way down under his chest, like he'd been cleaved in two and sewn back together, the skin white and dead, and when childe traces it, his back rises with it, easy, following the sensitivity f his own skin with the marks he knows are there. it sticks out among the rest, scattered marks from bullets, from the sharp edge of a wind slasher, from shrapnel, from swords, from arrows. he's more scar, than person, at this rate - gu yun, the cockroach, the survivor.
the hand on the back of his neck loosens, picking up on the cue, and and he brings it up to curl in his hair, instead, grip loose at first, though tightening at the sharp sensation of teeth. at the way that statement rankles something, laid bare more so than anything else.
(because childe isn't wrong.)
letting his eyes flutter shut, tilting his head back, gu yun is lazily enjoying the heady warmth of the wet pressure of his mouth; however, childe's statement makes him snort. ]
My heart only belongs to Great Liang. [ he says this loftily, a low hint of dark humor even like this - but that's true, too. what other attachments could he have? there's not enough room in his heart for more than his nation, and everything it embodies. it speaks to his loyalty, and to his core, perhaps more than anything.
it is, however, a no. he doesn't exactly have a partner of any kind, if that's what childe's implying.
gu yun lifts his hips to make it easier for him, unafraid of the pressure at his chest; his heartbeat flutters under childe's palm, though there's nothing romantic about it. under his silks, gu yun's teeny waist is even more obvious, his figure surprisingly delicate despite the layer of muscle and scars on top. by all means, do all the work, he's supposed to be getting worshipped here! ]
the most businesslike bang in the world
They'll be plenty of them, too; that scar attracts him like a moth to a flame, and he sinks his teeth into it as soon as he gets that far--not hard enough to break skin, but definitely enough that even he could've felt it. He follows it like a trail, like he can bite and suck the memory of such a fight straight out of Gu Yun's skin. It's a confirmation of what he already knew, the moment they spoke--that Gu Yun would (will?) make a fine opponent someday.
Maybe if they're lucky, they'll get to fight at full strength. His own breath hitches at the idea of that.]
Mm. No one's at your level of dedication, are they.
[It shows a fervent devotion. He thinks, just for a moment, of Zhongli--of the people of Liyue--and the hand on Gu Yun's heart clenches for a moment, nails digging into the skin before he pulls away.]
Turn over.
[He says that but he scoots back, turning to climb off the bed. He's leaving apparently. Wow.]
lie back and think of great liang,
it makes the top of his scalp tingle, to have that much attention paid to the gnarled, half dead skin of his largest scar - an odd sensation, but not a bad one, necessarily. gu yun, like anyone you might expect to be aligned with the sin of pride, can't stand feeling particularly vulnerable, so... despite the fact that childe's bitey, almost fightlike treatment should be off-putting, he likes it more than the praise, too.
the hand in his hair curls tighter, fiercer, holding him there - childe'll feel the way his breath catches at the nails that dig into his skin, because he feels it, like a spark underneath the too pale pallor of his skin. it's starting to get good, get his blood pumping.
and then, as childe pulls away, his expression sours a bit, immediately, and he pulls his hair. petty. ] What exactly do you think is happening here?
[ absolutely the hell not ]
and then we got derailed
Don't tell me you need written instructions.
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What are you assuming!
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Uh, that you want to get this over with?
[Tell him you want to top, Gu Yun. Go on. Say it with your words.]
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that's it - he just lunges up and grabs childe by the front of the shirt to throw him back on the bed. if this was sexy, he'd be pouncing on him, but it's really more like a football tackle. gu yun rolls them over with it, though, throwing a leg over his waist to pin him back down. ]
If you think I'm about to start eating meat you have another thing coming.
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Did you just say eating meat? Are you a virgin?
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he just grabs a pillow and shoves it in his face. die ] 滚蛋.
No, I'm not a virgin, but I'm not letting you roll me over like some kind of brothel maiden, what the hell is wrong with you!
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[YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT HE'S DYING. THE SMOTHERING IS ONLY MAKING HIM LAUGH HARDER.]
Of course, of course! I'm so sorry, Sir Marquis. I didn't realize you were such a romantic, but I'll let you gaze into my eyes if you want.
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Don't just assume I'm the one rolling over! [ DIE ]
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[HE DOESN'T EVEN PRETEND TO ASK IT. He's now convinced Gu Yun is a virgin precisely because he said he wasn't.
His grin is knife-sharp as he just. Reaches over and grabs Gu Yun's ass. Terrible.]
Aren't I supposed to be "worshiping" you?
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second of all his ass is unfortunately, really nice. teeny waist nice butt. he finally decides to stop beating childe with the pillow, giving him a deeply unamused look. the top of his ears are a little red, but that could also just be from the wrestling. ]
Your idea of worship could use some work. Have you considered reading visiting the Buddha? Saying a couple amitahbas? [ SAYS GU YUN, KNOWN TEMPLE HATER ]
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Sure, it's from wrestling. Okay. Whatever you say, Sir Marquis.]
A little more sacrilegious than I'd planning for, but if that's what you'd prefer when we-- when we eat meat-- [oh, he's. He can't even get the words out without snickering. This is even funnier than cocogoat.] --then it can be arranged--
[His sides hurt from laughing so much. Please.]
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the minute he starts laughing, gu yun smacks him with the pillow again. this is being nice, because he'd rather just punch him, but they're supposed to be getting indulgent business done here. business. gu yun slips into the rougher, slang filled speech of the military camps, and tells childe, not so nicely - ] Just because you speak this language all wrong doesn't mean you can't understand a metaphor, foreigner.
[ white boy.
he grabs his chin, this time, between his thumb and forefinger. little shit. ] If we're going to fuck, then it's not going to be like that.
[ are you happy now? GOD ]
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It will. [Gu Yun's position makes it so incredibly easy to shift and press his thigh up between his already-spread legs and rub, leisurely, as if they've got all day. The grip Childe has on his ass means he can pull him forward, too, so he can't wiggle back and escape.] Your assets [haha, assets] are much nicer than mine. Anything else would be a waste.
[He says it so calmly, like any other option is unthinkable. How's that for flattery?]
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[ :unamused:
that does feel good, admittedly. he squeezes his grip on childe's face much tighter this time in response, but he'll let him get away with it, loosening that grip in exchange for thighs squeezing against where he's still pinning and bracketing his hips. ] Is it difficult, not having any finesse? I'm just curious.
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[Por que no los dos.
The tighter the grip on his chin, the more fun he looks like he's having, eyes dark as he leisurely moves his thigh back and forth just enough to keep up the friction. He moves one hand back to that scar he's so intrigued by, scratching down it with his nails again.
They've... gotten along???... well enough up until this point, but there's a whole new level to this now that he's gotten a strong reaction out of him. Childe is a thousand times more interested in chasing the danger rabbit.
He glances pointedly down at his lap, too, as much as the grip on his face will allow. Looks like it's working for you, he does not say, but he's thinking it loudly enough that he might as well have.
Instead, though--]
Three feet of ice won't freeze in a day.
[Patience, patience... honestly, as much as he'd figured he wanted to get this over with, he's having way more fun slowing down whenever Gu Yun tries to rush him.]
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[ stupid
anyway. he seems slightly less irritated now that childe isn't trying to roll him over like a dog, wow, and releases his grip, instead sliding his hands back into his hair again, fingers curling tight. at the moment, he's not sure if childe's still just into annoying him or if he's into the fight of it all (probably both?) but he's got no interest in treating him gently either way, so.
settling back into the actual experience comes fairly easily, at first. he hums to the proverb, letting it pass by without response, because, sure. if childe thinks him impatient, he can continue to think that. he's the one that doesn't apparently believe in foreplay.
his hips roll easy into childe's touch, though, the motion fluid and instinctual, back arching a bit into the scratch. it's fine; if he's enjoying it, it has nothing to do with the attitude and everything to do with the friction, the simple carnal desire that comes from these situations. gu yun is going to say something about how the feeling's mutual, clearly, but. something's off?
one hand snakes loose from his hair, and trails his hand down the front of his chest, now, clever, long fingers, skirting over fabric, down to his fucking stupid bermuda triangle i hate so much ]
You would think with lust, you'd be an expert. [ gu yun's voice, even with the insult, lowers a bit, something huskier, something coaxing. taunting, almost. he pushes forward against the hand on his scar, daring. ] Unless you're lusting after something else? A fight, maybe?
...A conquest? [ his hips roll forward, pressing back into his hands, then forward again. ]
I don't think you want me to roll over at all. [ because where would the fun be in that? ] And if you think I'll bend the knee so easily, then you've sorely underestimated me, and the point of this endeavor.
[ there's a moment where he lifts, as his hand comes down further, past his waist, rising up as he puts his weight on his shins - ]
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But, really, if you wanted my hand in marriage, then you couldn't dream to afford my dowry.
[ and then starts cracking up laughing as he clicks them together. lolol ]
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The thing is, Childe truly doesn't care. Fucking or getting fucked is all the same to him, when it comes to personal enjoyment--it's a trivial concern, and he has experience with both. But it's a game, now, a challenge, something to--well, yes, conquer, in a way. Gu Yun's trying to turn the tables on him, but it's not working this time, because words roll off his back like water, and he has a goal to pursue now. One that he's got absolute confidence in reaching.
Or at least, it wasn't working. He can feel Gu Yun's hand moving towards his pocket, and he's just a second too late in grabbing his wrist.
To compensate, he uses the grip and his position to flip them back over while Gu Yun's busy teasing, pinning his hand against the mattress. It's not full strength, but it's enough to tease at how much he holds back.
He doesn't try to grab them back, but at least the cocky smile is gone for now, his eyes dark for a whole different reason.]
That was a gift from someone who could grind you into dust with a pinky, were you worth the effort. I would appreciate it if you treated it carefully.
[Hm. Touchy!]
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he tenses, but gu yun has already struck to grab the chopsticks, so, childe won't have a hard time flipping him over. his back hits the bed, all loose silks and long hair as he's pinned down into the mattress itself by a hand. recovering from the quickness of that motion just gets gu yun to smirk, now, the twinkle in his eye less playful and far more cunning. ]
Now who's the devoted one?
[ he could say something else. he could fight back or flip him back over, cognizant of the amount of strength from that move.
but gu yun doesn't have to, does he? he's all about leveling the playing field. strike for him and he'll strike back - the same sort of recognition they've made of each other from that very first day. this destruction is mutually assured, in every manner possible, and gu yun has no intentions of letting childe forget that, either.
his grip loosens easy on the chopsticks, still holding them lightly between his fingers, and gu yun gives them a little wiggle, as if offering childe the chance to take them back and put them somewhere safe. ]
My apologies. [ he replies, and the way gu yun tips his head back into the pillows and lifts his chin, smirk still on his face, says more than any fake apology really could. ]
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we now resume your tragically regularly-scheduled nsfw
fucking for business purposes