[Scott looks so appealing up there, cheeks flushed a different lovely shade of red beneath his red shades. He has the impulsive urge to take them off him, to look at his eyes, but he refrains; he remembers from his profile that he will not take them off for some unknown but good reason. So instead Shang Qinghua just reaches up to trace the line of his cheek, the curve of his jaw, enjoying how warm his skin feels, just like his own.
It's hard to maintain eye contact for long, as good as he feels, like riding a wave and letting it take him away without a care. Every light stroke, every curl of Scott's fingers inside him, makes that heat build up more and more, and when they kiss, Shang Qinghua is ravenous for it.
He's about to say something possibly a little quippy about patience or sweet torture, when Scott rubs his fingertips along that spot inside him on his way out that has Shang Qinghua keening, hips jerking with the rush of pleasure. Still shivering from it, he manages to open his eyes, watching Scott finally get the condom pulled on, shifting his hips to make it easier.] Yes. [He groans out, eagerly hooking a leg around Scott's trim waist to keep him from going too far.
When he first presses in, slow at first and then in one long, hard thrust, Shang Qinghua tips his head back and moans too. It's so good right now, being filled, just feeding that fire burning under his skin. He mouths at his throat again, soft little kisses, and manages to get out a full sentence, which, frankly, is a feat right now:] Ah, you've been inside me, you can just call me Qinghua. Fuck, Scott, that's so good, mm.
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[Scott looks so appealing up there, cheeks flushed a different lovely shade of red beneath his red shades. He has the impulsive urge to take them off him, to look at his eyes, but he refrains; he remembers from his profile that he will not take them off for some unknown but good reason. So instead Shang Qinghua just reaches up to trace the line of his cheek, the curve of his jaw, enjoying how warm his skin feels, just like his own.
It's hard to maintain eye contact for long, as good as he feels, like riding a wave and letting it take him away without a care. Every light stroke, every curl of Scott's fingers inside him, makes that heat build up more and more, and when they kiss, Shang Qinghua is ravenous for it.
He's about to say something possibly a little quippy about patience or sweet torture, when Scott rubs his fingertips along that spot inside him on his way out that has Shang Qinghua keening, hips jerking with the rush of pleasure. Still shivering from it, he manages to open his eyes, watching Scott finally get the condom pulled on, shifting his hips to make it easier.] Yes. [He groans out, eagerly hooking a leg around Scott's trim waist to keep him from going too far.
When he first presses in, slow at first and then in one long, hard thrust, Shang Qinghua tips his head back and moans too. It's so good right now, being filled, just feeding that fire burning under his skin. He mouths at his throat again, soft little kisses, and manages to get out a full sentence, which, frankly, is a feat right now:] Ah, you've been inside me, you can just call me Qinghua. Fuck, Scott, that's so good, mm.