[slowly but surely, sizhui's learning that he likes being able to do such things, no matter how small the gesture may seem at the time. while he does momentarily turn away, broca needn't worry, he'll be exploiting that sensitive area again soon enough, once he's able to catch his breath and make sure they're moving together rather than against one another. (or differently? either way—)
they will, hopefully, become friends and possibly regular partners if needed, but next time, sizhui will make sure that he's better prepared than this. there's a chance they could've stumbled around a little longer and found some actual lubrication, though given the circumstances and both of them being impatient, this seemed the best idea, and with how they're finally getting down to business proper-like, sizhui's glad they went this route, especially with each jolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine whenever broca moves his hips just right.
patience isn't anything they need anymore, not when they're fucking. now is the time for faster, harder, more— and if sizhui could form another coherent sentence, he would've asked for all of that immediately. so, it's probably best that he can't and instead, he focuses on bouncing on broca's cock, leaning back ever-so-slightly to glance down with half-lidded eyes at the hands holding him, his mouth falling open in a harsher breath, something more akin to an actual openly panting sound.]
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they will, hopefully, become friends and possibly regular partners if needed, but next time, sizhui will make sure that he's better prepared than this. there's a chance they could've stumbled around a little longer and found some actual lubrication, though given the circumstances and both of them being impatient, this seemed the best idea, and with how they're finally getting down to business proper-like, sizhui's glad they went this route, especially with each jolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine whenever broca moves his hips just right.
patience isn't anything they need anymore, not when they're fucking. now is the time for faster, harder, more— and if sizhui could form another coherent sentence, he would've asked for all of that immediately. so, it's probably best that he can't and instead, he focuses on bouncing on broca's cock, leaning back ever-so-slightly to glance down with half-lidded eyes at the hands holding him, his mouth falling open in a harsher breath, something more akin to an actual openly panting sound.]