[ Will he ever stop being disconcerted by the enjoyment Hua Cheng seems to get, just out of touching his body? It almost makes him a little nervous, makes him wonder if he's blowing Hua Cheng's appreciation out of proportion—there are few things worse than overestimating one's value to another person—but, however strange it is, it seems that his read is right this time. That really only makes these moments more unbelieveable, coaxing a small quirk of his lips in response to Hua Cheng's grin.
That look makes Hua Cheng quite attractive himself, as if he needs the additional help—but the almost boyish excitement makes for a certain impression different than his collected demeanor. It doesn't take long, however, for Tomura's feelings to take a different turn, huffing through his nose as he lightly swats Hua Cheng's hand away from his belly. ]
Not necessary, [ he complains. Though he gets the appeal, is even drawn to it, of leaving an encounter with the reminder of another's essence inside him, he can only wonder about the appeal of seeing one's partner, heavy and swollen.
Regardless, he eases himself up to clamber around Hua Cheng's body, ending with his legs spread on either side of the other's head. At least flipped this way, his faint embarrassment at this slightly adventurous position can't be seen—he's keenly aware of the slick mess between his thighs and dripping out of his hole, the weight of the cum inside him settling with this shift in gravity. It's easier then, to focus on the sight in front of him: Hua Cheng's firm thighs, the jut of his cock, hard and flushed and leaking. No less a tempting sight for him. Taking the hefty length in one hand, supporting himself with the other, Tomura leans in to swipe his tongue over the wet tip, tasting the heady flavor of precum and their fluids intermingled. ]
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That look makes Hua Cheng quite attractive himself, as if he needs the additional help—but the almost boyish excitement makes for a certain impression different than his collected demeanor. It doesn't take long, however, for Tomura's feelings to take a different turn, huffing through his nose as he lightly swats Hua Cheng's hand away from his belly. ]
Not necessary, [ he complains. Though he gets the appeal, is even drawn to it, of leaving an encounter with the reminder of another's essence inside him, he can only wonder about the appeal of seeing one's partner, heavy and swollen.
Regardless, he eases himself up to clamber around Hua Cheng's body, ending with his legs spread on either side of the other's head. At least flipped this way, his faint embarrassment at this slightly adventurous position can't be seen—he's keenly aware of the slick mess between his thighs and dripping out of his hole, the weight of the cum inside him settling with this shift in gravity. It's easier then, to focus on the sight in front of him: Hua Cheng's firm thighs, the jut of his cock, hard and flushed and leaking. No less a tempting sight for him. Taking the hefty length in one hand, supporting himself with the other, Tomura leans in to swipe his tongue over the wet tip, tasting the heady flavor of precum and their fluids intermingled. ]