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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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 - ]