[Scott's voice takes on such an affected note as he fucks into him just right, as he says do you have any idea how you look like Shang Qinghua looks pretty damn good. It's a sentiment that gets to him, horny as it is. It's so rare that he feels attractive like this, but ah, how can he not, when Scott's red-lensed eyes look at him like that? He surges up to pull him into a messy, biting kiss in response, breath coming in soft pants as he chases that pleasure that suffuses through his whole being.
He's so intense like this, so incredibly attractive.]
Half as good as you, I hope. [He manages to get out, breathless, grinning, cutting off into another shameless moan as Scott touches his cock, grips it firm. He's so hard it almost aches, and he's only human - from there, he can't hold on much longer, rocking into those deep thrusts and going so, so tight around him as he tips over the edge - or more accurately, as orgasm slams into him. It's a pleasure that pulls tight at his core and then releases all at once, making him shudder and cling as he spills all over Scott's hand and his own stomach, and fuck, has he ever come that hard? Some of it has to be the aphro, he's sure, but god, god.
He'll feel bad later about the way his nails probably dig into Scott's back as he clings close, head tipping back with a cry of,] Scott-!
[He bites back into the kiss, unrestrained and loud, moans spilling out so openly as he gets closer and closer to climax. Like this, he can only focus on Qinghua and how good he feels and looks, no outside thoughts of being the leader or the guilt of anything else weighing on him. It's truly just his current partner's and his own pleasure the only thing his mind and body need to focus on. Not to mention how nice it is to be this close with another, wrapped so tightly in multiple ways, and maybe that's what he likes the most.
What causes him to rut even harder against the clenching body beneath him, bodies slapping together and echoing around the small pod they're in.
Encouragingly, he starts stroking the cock in his hand, timing it with his thrusts until he feels Qinghua's release, the combination of his orgasm and the further tightness surrounding his own arousal pushing him to his limit. All that heat surrounding his cock, felt even through the condom.]
Qinghua...!
[He bites out, hips thrusting one last time as he empties into the condom. Scott barely notices the small pain of his nails digging in his back, the sharp white pleasure overwhelming all senses, to the point where he nearly collapses on the other. One hand keeps him shakily above, a breathless laugh leaving him as he strokes Qinghua's cock a couple more times in an almost teasing manner. Maybe it's the aphro that keeps him hard for just a while longer, cock still buried inside him as hips shakily jerk from his release.]
[Every moan out of Scott seems to vibrate through him too, making it all so much better. He enjoys his partner's pleasure almost as much as his own, and the fact that they're both so focused on just this little bubble of space they've carved out, on each other, makes it so, so incredible. Like this, he can actually turn off the rational part of his brain that always seems to be whirring in the background, quiet his thoughts, and let the waves wash over him.
When the kiss breaks, Shang Qinghua continues trailing messy, open-mouthed little kisses over his jaw, his throat, just anywhere he can reach while Scott finds his own release. It has him a little oversensitive by the end, but he likes that, the sharp sweetness of it like a fine wine.
His grip on his partner loosens, becomes soft stroking over his back and shoulders, absent-minded touch to ground them both in the moment that stretches on, languid now that the aphrodisiac has been sated. Or, at least, it has for Shang Qinghua, whose cultivation is naturally equipped to filter toxins out of his system quicker. Doesn't keep it from feeling good, though, the way Scott is still hard inside him.
He hooks a leg around his waist and shifts them both onto their sides to rest, without making him pull out just yet, pressing close enough he can feel Scott's heart beating. His laughter is light and breathless.] I don't think I've ever come that hard. Wow.
[Scott groans as they're shifted to their side, the movement causing him to twitch inside Qinghua. He thinks he can feel the aphrodisiac running its course, but he still feels sated, almost mindlessly content as he warps his arms around the other man in a gesture that may seem almost intimate. He's not sure if Qinghua fully wants this closeness and he'll certainly pull away if asked, but right now, he... he just really wants to hold him as a surge of emotions pass through. It's almost embarrassing how emotional he feels after sex, but guess's that just years of feeling that way when he only had it with someone he really loved.
Even as he softens, his cock slipping free, Scott doesn't let go, one hand moving to idly stoke the long hair that's spilled across Qinghua's back.]
Pretty strong stuff, wasn't it?
[He manages lightly, almost softly, heartbeat slowly resuming its normal pace as his breath even outs. Mmm, he almost feels back to normal, that burning heat and desperation no longer clouding his mind, but he still doesn't want to move just yet.]
[It's fine by him even if it is a little intimate. After that, the touch is welcome, and Shang Qinghua takes it as an invitation to practically burrow against his chest, letting out a soft sigh that only speaks of contentment. No reason to be embarrassed at all, in fact, he winds an arm around him too, to hold as much as he's being held. It's just the feel-good hormones, the come-down from the aphro, right?]
Yeah, it hit hard. [He agrees with a quiet laugh, closing his eyes and enjoying the hand smoothing over his hair, not wanting to move just yet either.]
[Yep, definitely that, mutual agreement to just blame stuff on the aphro.
Doesn't stop Scott from relaxing further when Shang Qinghua buries himself closer against his chest, and it's not like they're snuggling right? Right. Although, Scott's still in that mindset where he might be okay calling it that, before he starts feeling a little bad. Luckily, he usually waits until he's back in his room before all that guilt rears its ugly head. At least they've been influenced by a drug?? ...Yeah, maybe that's not the best thought, but it's fine. He's happy now.
Embrace it for the time being? He continues to stroke his fingers down his hair, before tangling their legs together.]
Mm, I'm okay. [Better than okay, really. Warm, relaxed, close with someone that he both likes and considers attractive.] How about you? You feeling okay?
[He has no complaints, honestly. The skin contact feeds and soothes the last traces of aphrodisiac lingering in his system, and he's just going to assume it's the same for Scott. Shang Qinghua's fingers trace idle nonsense patterns over his back and side, just mindless touching as they tangle their legs together and catch their breaths.
Shang Qinghua laughs softly at the question directed back at him.] I feel great, actually. [A little sore, maybe, but it's going away fast - thank you, cultivation. It's altogether pleasant. If they weren't in a weird little pod, he thinks he could fall asleep like this, honestly, but he won't.]
First time I've gotten dosed, but it wasn't a bad experience, with you.
That's nice, he thinks?? ...Yeah, it is, especially hearing him say that it was great-- that he feels good. Not that Scott considers himself to be a bad lover or anything, but aphrodisiacs is certainly new territory. He's... he's glad that he was able to give him a good time. Scott certainly enjoyed himself as well, that feeling lingering even as the the drug leaves his system.]
Same here. [He chuckles, lightly.] I'm... I'm glad that my first experience was nice. [Is this getting too emotional--] Thanks.
[It's definitely a relief, that they both got through this and don't have any major regrets after. Shang Qinghua thinks he'd feel awful if Scott came out of this feeling bad about it, for whatever reason.
It feels a little funny to hear 'thanks' after sex. It makes him laugh, quiet and sudden, that kind of laughter that comes from genuinely feeling good.] I'm glad your first experience was nice too. [He says, a little teasingly, still giggling, though he tilts up to kiss his cheek to remove any offense.]
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He's so intense like this, so incredibly attractive.]
Half as good as you, I hope. [He manages to get out, breathless, grinning, cutting off into another shameless moan as Scott touches his cock, grips it firm. He's so hard it almost aches, and he's only human - from there, he can't hold on much longer, rocking into those deep thrusts and going so, so tight around him as he tips over the edge - or more accurately, as orgasm slams into him. It's a pleasure that pulls tight at his core and then releases all at once, making him shudder and cling as he spills all over Scott's hand and his own stomach, and fuck, has he ever come that hard? Some of it has to be the aphro, he's sure, but god, god.
He'll feel bad later about the way his nails probably dig into Scott's back as he clings close, head tipping back with a cry of,] Scott-!
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What causes him to rut even harder against the clenching body beneath him, bodies slapping together and echoing around the small pod they're in.
Encouragingly, he starts stroking the cock in his hand, timing it with his thrusts until he feels Qinghua's release, the combination of his orgasm and the further tightness surrounding his own arousal pushing him to his limit. All that heat surrounding his cock, felt even through the condom.]
Qinghua...!
[He bites out, hips thrusting one last time as he empties into the condom. Scott barely notices the small pain of his nails digging in his back, the sharp white pleasure overwhelming all senses, to the point where he nearly collapses on the other. One hand keeps him shakily above, a breathless laugh leaving him as he strokes Qinghua's cock a couple more times in an almost teasing manner. Maybe it's the aphro that keeps him hard for just a while longer, cock still buried inside him as hips shakily jerk from his release.]
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When the kiss breaks, Shang Qinghua continues trailing messy, open-mouthed little kisses over his jaw, his throat, just anywhere he can reach while Scott finds his own release. It has him a little oversensitive by the end, but he likes that, the sharp sweetness of it like a fine wine.
His grip on his partner loosens, becomes soft stroking over his back and shoulders, absent-minded touch to ground them both in the moment that stretches on, languid now that the aphrodisiac has been sated. Or, at least, it has for Shang Qinghua, whose cultivation is naturally equipped to filter toxins out of his system quicker. Doesn't keep it from feeling good, though, the way Scott is still hard inside him.
He hooks a leg around his waist and shifts them both onto their sides to rest, without making him pull out just yet, pressing close enough he can feel Scott's heart beating. His laughter is light and breathless.] I don't think I've ever come that hard. Wow.
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Even as he softens, his cock slipping free, Scott doesn't let go, one hand moving to idly stoke the long hair that's spilled across Qinghua's back.]
Pretty strong stuff, wasn't it?
[He manages lightly, almost softly, heartbeat slowly resuming its normal pace as his breath even outs. Mmm, he almost feels back to normal, that burning heat and desperation no longer clouding his mind, but he still doesn't want to move just yet.]
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Yeah, it hit hard. [He agrees with a quiet laugh, closing his eyes and enjoying the hand smoothing over his hair, not wanting to move just yet either.]
How are you feeling now?
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Doesn't stop Scott from relaxing further when Shang Qinghua buries himself closer against his chest, and it's not like they're snuggling right? Right. Although, Scott's still in that mindset where he might be okay calling it that, before he starts feeling a little bad. Luckily, he usually waits until he's back in his room before all that guilt rears its ugly head. At least they've been influenced by a drug?? ...Yeah, maybe that's not the best thought, but it's fine. He's happy now.
Embrace it for the time being? He continues to stroke his fingers down his hair, before tangling their legs together.]
Mm, I'm okay. [Better than okay, really. Warm, relaxed, close with someone that he both likes and considers attractive.] How about you? You feeling okay?
[Not sore or anything?]
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Shang Qinghua laughs softly at the question directed back at him.] I feel great, actually. [A little sore, maybe, but it's going away fast - thank you, cultivation. It's altogether pleasant. If they weren't in a weird little pod, he thinks he could fall asleep like this, honestly, but he won't.]
First time I've gotten dosed, but it wasn't a bad experience, with you.
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That's nice, he thinks?? ...Yeah, it is, especially hearing him say that it was great-- that he feels good. Not that Scott considers himself to be a bad lover or anything, but aphrodisiacs is certainly new territory. He's... he's glad that he was able to give him a good time. Scott certainly enjoyed himself as well, that feeling lingering even as the the drug leaves his system.]
Same here. [He chuckles, lightly.] I'm... I'm glad that my first experience was nice. [Is this getting too emotional--] Thanks.
[Thanks for accepting his dick--]
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It feels a little funny to hear 'thanks' after sex. It makes him laugh, quiet and sudden, that kind of laughter that comes from genuinely feeling good.] I'm glad your first experience was nice too. [He says, a little teasingly, still giggling, though he tilts up to kiss his cheek to remove any offense.]
Thank you. [For the nice dick??]