[see? it's clearly not the worst thing broca could be going through right now; he could still be getting edged with a blowjob or something, after all, so this seems rather accommodating for the both of them at this point. (also: no matter how slow they go, there's a likely chance sizhui will be wobbling out of the baths either way.)
giving broca a moment or two to catch his breath and reel himself in is perfect for what he wants, too.
he blinks lightly and shivers, goosebumps prickling his skin the more broca nuzzles against his neck, but he doesn't hesitate to return the gesture by tracing the shell of a human ear with the tip of his nose, one hand reaching to cup broca's nape, gently holding him in place where he's buried against his neck. this is... nice, much nicer than he could've thought one might have during a sexual encounter within a public bathroom like this— but never forget this is still not entirely a first for him.
which he's definitely not thinking about as he continues lowering, moving past halfway, a little further and then eventually, he's nearly flush with the other's lap, his opposite hand curling, unfurling then his fingertips knead against broca's shoulder for encouragement.] You can, ah, roll your hips up into me a little if you like. [that way he's not forcing him to sit still any longer than necessary.]
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giving broca a moment or two to catch his breath and reel himself in is perfect for what he wants, too.
he blinks lightly and shivers, goosebumps prickling his skin the more broca nuzzles against his neck, but he doesn't hesitate to return the gesture by tracing the shell of a human ear with the tip of his nose, one hand reaching to cup broca's nape, gently holding him in place where he's buried against his neck. this is... nice, much nicer than he could've thought one might have during a sexual encounter within a public bathroom like this— but never forget this is still not entirely a first for him.
which he's definitely not thinking about as he continues lowering, moving past halfway, a little further and then eventually, he's nearly flush with the other's lap, his opposite hand curling, unfurling then his fingertips knead against broca's shoulder for encouragement.] You can, ah, roll your hips up into me a little if you like. [that way he's not forcing him to sit still any longer than necessary.]