[ hua cheng's orgasm takes him by surprise, and it's only by the grace of eight centuries of self-control that he manages not to make it totally obvious. it's just—what is he supposed to do, when nami says something that paints so vivid an image in his mind? the idea of her getting on her knees and sucking his clit until he squirts all over her is so fucking potent and the jolt of heat in response is so immediate that hua cheng, in this fragile state, never stood a chance.
his fingers clutch at the cushion underneath him and he goes utterly still, trying his very best to keep his expression level and forgetting that, in some ways, an absence of response is just as much of a tell as a moan would be. his thighs quiver almost imperceptibly, and his breathing quiets entirely—the only obvious signs are the flush that crosses his cheeks and, of course, the fact that his cunt clenches tight and then spasms with the waves of his climax, gushing wet enough to make a small puddle between his thighs.
so, if he were thinking straight, hua cheng would realize how hopelessly he's just lost their game. but he has very little room for coherent thought in his mind, and he's stupid enough with pleasure to think that there's a chance he might have hidden it—which is why he doesn't immediately remove the toy, instead allowing it to continue thrumming inside him even as the stimulation leaves him unbearably sensitive. ]
I'll still— [ his voice comes out throaty and raw, and he has to clear his throat to continue. ] I'm still amenable to it later, even if you lose.
[ says the loser. oh well. ]
Haah... I wish I could put my tongue inside you and taste you while you come.
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[ hua cheng's orgasm takes him by surprise, and it's only by the grace of eight centuries of self-control that he manages not to make it totally obvious. it's just—what is he supposed to do, when nami says something that paints so vivid an image in his mind? the idea of her getting on her knees and sucking his clit until he squirts all over her is so fucking potent and the jolt of heat in response is so immediate that hua cheng, in this fragile state, never stood a chance.his fingers clutch at the cushion underneath him and he goes utterly still, trying his very best to keep his expression level and forgetting that, in some ways, an absence of response is just as much of a tell as a moan would be. his thighs quiver almost imperceptibly, and his breathing quiets entirely—the only obvious signs are the flush that crosses his cheeks and, of course, the fact that his cunt clenches tight and then spasms with the waves of his climax, gushing wet enough to make a small puddle between his thighs.
so, if he were thinking straight, hua cheng would realize how hopelessly he's just lost their game. but he has very little room for coherent thought in his mind, and he's stupid enough with pleasure to think that there's a chance he might have hidden it—which is why he doesn't immediately remove the toy, instead allowing it to continue thrumming inside him even as the stimulation leaves him unbearably sensitive. ]
I'll still— [ his voice comes out throaty and raw, and he has to clear his throat to continue. ] I'm still amenable to it later, even if you lose.
[ says the loser. oh well. ]
Haah... I wish I could put my tongue inside you and taste you while you come.