[ for a moment hua cheng is poised to protest that any pain is the kind of pain he wants, especially if it's delivered alongside pleasure, but tomura forestalls this neatly with a confession of his own. it's evident that he doesn't mean to say it, exactly—hua cheng might not be able to see the darkened color of tomura's suit, but he can definitely read the body language as he snaps his mouth shut and blushes.
and isn't that an intriguing idea. two cocks, in lieu of hua cheng's fist... what a blessing that he happens to be trapped in a phone booth with a man who can change the shape of his body at will. ]
It's doable, [ hua cheng says immediately, interest lighting up his visible eye as he looks down at tomura. ] I can do it.
[ it occurs to him now that while tomura knows from experience that hua cheng has plenty of power, he's never shown tomura his san lang disguise, nor has he explicitly told him that his body is a construct of his own ghostly qi. while the technicalities of it are probably a conversation for a different time, hua cheng feels that he ought to qualify his response with something a little more tangible than just i can do it. ]
I can change my shape as I wish, [ he says. ] If you want to take two cocks I will gladly give you two cocks to take.
[ There is a lot going on here at once. The grit of Tomura's teeth against embarrassment, the overeager flush of heat at Hua Cheng's agreement, and then, finally, the recognition of what that agreement entails. Even with the want of his suit clawing over his skin, he has to take a moment to process this: Hua Cheng can just grow another dick. Sure. Out of all the things he can do, why the hell not? But still...
A vicious battle between his active libido and his mental processing later, Tomura has to kill the somewhat dumbfounded expression he's directing at Hua Cheng and scrub his hands through his hair. Gotta get the gears turning again and actually deliver an answer. ]
Okay. Well, I'll do it, since we need to get out of here.
[ He'd probably do it in any other circumstance as well, but 'getting out of here' is a major consideration. At least he doesn't have to reveal the reason he got thinking about this kind of thing in the first place.
But with the negotiations concluded, as far as he's concerned, he gives into the want building through his system. Where he likely would've fought harder were he trapped with someone else, Hua Cheng makes it easy to lose those restraints, driving him in, closer, as though there's much more space between them to diminish. As his first act, his hands slide up Hua Cheng's chest, tangling in the hair draped over his shoulders. He wanted it pulled, yes? Tomura curls his fingers in and tugs, dragging Hua Cheng in for a kiss—but he stops just short, their lips just a hair's breadth apart. The eyes that stare up into the other's are slightly reproachful, a little sulking. ]
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and isn't that an intriguing idea. two cocks, in lieu of hua cheng's fist... what a blessing that he happens to be trapped in a phone booth with a man who can change the shape of his body at will. ]
It's doable, [ hua cheng says immediately, interest lighting up his visible eye as he looks down at tomura. ] I can do it.
[ it occurs to him now that while tomura knows from experience that hua cheng has plenty of power, he's never shown tomura his san lang disguise, nor has he explicitly told him that his body is a construct of his own ghostly qi. while the technicalities of it are probably a conversation for a different time, hua cheng feels that he ought to qualify his response with something a little more tangible than just i can do it. ]
I can change my shape as I wish, [ he says. ] If you want to take two cocks I will gladly give you two cocks to take.
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A vicious battle between his active libido and his mental processing later, Tomura has to kill the somewhat dumbfounded expression he's directing at Hua Cheng and scrub his hands through his hair. Gotta get the gears turning again and actually deliver an answer. ]
Okay. Well, I'll do it, since we need to get out of here.
[ He'd probably do it in any other circumstance as well, but 'getting out of here' is a major consideration. At least he doesn't have to reveal the reason he got thinking about this kind of thing in the first place.
But with the negotiations concluded, as far as he's concerned, he gives into the want building through his system. Where he likely would've fought harder were he trapped with someone else, Hua Cheng makes it easy to lose those restraints, driving him in, closer, as though there's much more space between them to diminish. As his first act, his hands slide up Hua Cheng's chest, tangling in the hair draped over his shoulders. He wanted it pulled, yes? Tomura curls his fingers in and tugs, dragging Hua Cheng in for a kiss—but he stops just short, their lips just a hair's breadth apart. The eyes that stare up into the other's are slightly reproachful, a little sulking. ]
Why am I always in these situations with you?