[That growl sends a shiver down Jing Yuan's spine and a spark of heat directly between his thighs. It makes him twitch, and his face go pink -- he momentarily hides his face against Blade's neck as they pay and head up to the room. Enjoy the hot shaky breath on your skin, Xing-ge.]
[might wanna save calling him that for After the item is in play, A-Yuan.
he shivers notably at the heat of Jing Yuan's breathing, and once he kicks the door to their room shut behind them, he's tossing Jing Yuan onto the bed and pouncing immediately.]
[And down he goes with a gasp and a bounce. Blade follows after, and Jing Yuan can't help but laugh. It's thrilling, but not frightening, and he welcomes his fate with open arms. Literally.]
[He has no regrets and no shame. He's just smug and happy, leaning his head back to bare his throat and pressing his body into Blade's hands. This body has wider hips, but his waist is as grabbable as always -- perhaps moreso. But the lines are softer, and when he puts his thighs against Blade's own hips, they're softer than they were before, just a little.
Jing Yuan's attitude in bed, however, is not thrown off by adjusting to the change in sensation. He's as hungry as always, as pliant and needy and clingy, scratching at Blade's back as if goading him on.]
[Blade is momentarily distracted, hands petting up and down along the way Jing Yuan's hips narrow into that infuriatingly sexy waist. Then he bites harder, sucking a fierce mark into the pale skin of Jing Yuan's throat before sitting back just enough to tug that sweater up over Jing Yuan's new assets, gaze hungry.]
[They're generous Assets, and Jing Yuan can't help but look down at them too. How strange... It's not the body he's used to seeing, and he doesn't know how to feel about that. It'll be fun to experiment with, he supposes, but he'll certainly feel more comfortable when the effect wears off.
For now, though, any trepidation is thoroughly quashed by the look in Blade's eyes.]
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[more of a growl: the hotel is in sight. IN THEY GO.]
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he shivers notably at the heat of Jing Yuan's breathing, and once he kicks the door to their room shut behind them, he's tossing Jing Yuan onto the bed and pouncing immediately.]
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How very scary!
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[growled against his jaw, as Blade starts biting his way down to his collar, hands smoothing up his hips and waist.]
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[He has no regrets and no shame. He's just smug and happy, leaning his head back to bare his throat and pressing his body into Blade's hands. This body has wider hips, but his waist is as grabbable as always -- perhaps moreso. But the lines are softer, and when he puts his thighs against Blade's own hips, they're softer than they were before, just a little.
Jing Yuan's attitude in bed, however, is not thrown off by adjusting to the change in sensation. He's as hungry as always, as pliant and needy and clingy, scratching at Blade's back as if goading him on.]
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For now, though, any trepidation is thoroughly quashed by the look in Blade's eyes.]
Like what you see...?
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and puts a hand on each tit to squoosh.]
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...Really?
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[squoosh.]
You can't blame me.
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You don't have to be so undignified about it!