[ he is so smart and so funny all the time, he knows! uwu its hard being so great
now that childe isnt asking him to ROLL OVER LIKE A DOG, gu yun is completely cooperative. he even keeps his commentary to himself, though it is so blatantly clear he has something to say about childe's stupid ass outfit. that's okay, he can make fun of him for it any time!
by the time childe returns, he's lounging, completely looking like a king on his throne, having shed his top layer all the way and pulled the loose tie holding his hair together near the bottom free. without any sort of covering, the scars on his body are even more obvious, widely varied in their sizes and shapes, though none so massive as the one on his chest. he doesn't have protests to be kissed, and gives as good as he gets, keeping up this non maidenly illusion perfectly fine. gu yun's a quick learner - his touches aren't too sweet, and the bite of nails at the back of his neck, the tug of his hair when childe does something he likes both come with a fighty edge.
it seems the being bossed into turning around and possibly banging that way was the issue here?! terrible. pride, indeed. his eyes are dark as he watches childe, gaze a little hungry, though maybe it's not so much for the situation as it is to learn it, to pick up on every action, every touch. maybe he's just enjoying being worshiped, or maybe he's learning. either way, gu yun's certainly not freaking out.
the slick touch of his hand is - something. gu yun's lashes flutter, and he tips his head back, propping himself up with his other hand so he can watch. a pink flush blooms on his cheeks pretty much immediately, because firm and slow sends a jolt of warm sensation down his spine and to his toes. he rolls his hips into the touch, easily, but lets childe set the pace, exhaling sharply through his nose. if there's anything gu yun is good at, it is self control - he will maintain this illusion of experienced and in charge every step of the way. ]
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now that childe isnt asking him to ROLL OVER LIKE A DOG, gu yun is completely cooperative. he even keeps his commentary to himself, though it is so blatantly clear he has something to say about childe's stupid ass outfit. that's okay, he can make fun of him for it any time!
by the time childe returns, he's lounging, completely looking like a king on his throne, having shed his top layer all the way and pulled the loose tie holding his hair together near the bottom free. without any sort of covering, the scars on his body are even more obvious, widely varied in their sizes and shapes, though none so massive as the one on his chest. he doesn't have protests to be kissed, and gives as good as he gets, keeping up this non maidenly illusion perfectly fine. gu yun's a quick learner - his touches aren't too sweet, and the bite of nails at the back of his neck, the tug of his hair when childe does something he likes both come with a fighty edge.
it seems the being bossed into turning around and possibly banging that way was the issue here?! terrible. pride, indeed. his eyes are dark as he watches childe, gaze a little hungry, though maybe it's not so much for the situation as it is to learn it, to pick up on every action, every touch. maybe he's just enjoying being worshiped, or maybe he's learning. either way, gu yun's certainly not freaking out.
the slick touch of his hand is - something. gu yun's lashes flutter, and he tips his head back, propping himself up with his other hand so he can watch. a pink flush blooms on his cheeks pretty much immediately, because firm and slow sends a jolt of warm sensation down his spine and to his toes. he rolls his hips into the touch, easily, but lets childe set the pace, exhaling sharply through his nose. if there's anything gu yun is good at, it is self control - he will maintain this illusion of experienced and in charge every step of the way. ]