[ For as long as Binghe wishes for it, needs it as though the clasp of hands symbolizes precisely the bond that lies between them, Shen Qingqiu will do his utmost to resume the handhold whenever possible. For now it remains unbroken, while the pressure of a comforting squeeze is met with his thumb stroking knuckles, the sides of a hand, and any place it can reach. He wants to soothe away Luo Binghe's concerns that linger on, unspoken behind words that never quite hit the air.
If that doesn't offer up assurance that he wants this, the sound of fabric littering the space around their feet should. His sash is the first barrier to fall, then everything else below the waist, including the shoes he steps free of. Undone as they may be his robes say on for the moment, with bare skin the only thing underneath. Luo Binghe will discover this himself when his free hand is coaxed to slide within the layers, placed against the jut of a hip with nothing to hide it but the curve of his own palm. ]
This teacher has only experienced one way in which two bodies may come together, and that's without much mercy.
[ The weight of that hand upon warm skin is enough to ground Shen Qingqiu in a way that's needed before they move into uncharted territory. The act of clothes coming off is now hardly a foreign concept, nor is it wholly unfamiliar to have Shen Qingqiu personally undress them. But everything wraps itself up in a sense of newness with what's to come, the preparations not vastly different, but enough and with vital dissimilarities that there's an underlying current of anxiety. ]
It's only fair that these things are repaid to the one who taught him, from start to finish. Bites included.
[ Binghe is still vastly overdressed for what he plans to do, but when Shen Qingqiu's lone hand makes it's way along the other man's front it moves not with swift practicality but something new. They don't normally touch each other before everything is off and their bodies are bared. Now that the act itself is familiar enough for them to be comfortable for foreplay, he tries bringing that about beforehand.
At the moment he only slides a hand down Luo Binghe's chest, gradually skimming down towards his abdomen, then the flat of a hard stomach just below where his navel must be. There fingers spread out as though blooming only to repeat the action in reverse. His touch creeps upwards just as unhurried, stroking away from the dangerously low space above hips and back towards his belt. Shen Qingqiu adds a little pressure behind the touch, mimicking the way it must feel when his own body moves against Luo Binghe while they're entwined.
The effect isn't quite the same through so much fabric, therefore as the sash holding Luo Binghe's robes together falls at their feet, Shen Qingqiu doesn't hesitate to change that. Just as Binghe's fingers settle against a hip, his spread out to caress skin bared through a part in dark robes. Much of it stays upon the musculature of his stomach, with the occasional stroke of a thumb against the waistband below. ]
Binghe, use your hand- [ And perhaps a lingering brush of fingers just within. ] ...and touch me.
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If that doesn't offer up assurance that he wants this, the sound of fabric littering the space around their feet should. His sash is the first barrier to fall, then everything else below the waist, including the shoes he steps free of. Undone as they may be his robes say on for the moment, with bare skin the only thing underneath. Luo Binghe will discover this himself when his free hand is coaxed to slide within the layers, placed against the jut of a hip with nothing to hide it but the curve of his own palm. ]
This teacher has only experienced one way in which two bodies may come together, and that's without much mercy.
[ The weight of that hand upon warm skin is enough to ground Shen Qingqiu in a way that's needed before they move into uncharted territory. The act of clothes coming off is now hardly a foreign concept, nor is it wholly unfamiliar to have Shen Qingqiu personally undress them. But everything wraps itself up in a sense of newness with what's to come, the preparations not vastly different, but enough and with vital dissimilarities that there's an underlying current of anxiety. ]
It's only fair that these things are repaid to the one who taught him, from start to finish. Bites included.
[ Binghe is still vastly overdressed for what he plans to do, but when Shen Qingqiu's lone hand makes it's way along the other man's front it moves not with swift practicality but something new. They don't normally touch each other before everything is off and their bodies are bared. Now that the act itself is familiar enough for them to be comfortable for foreplay, he tries bringing that about beforehand.
At the moment he only slides a hand down Luo Binghe's chest, gradually skimming down towards his abdomen, then the flat of a hard stomach just below where his navel must be. There fingers spread out as though blooming only to repeat the action in reverse. His touch creeps upwards just as unhurried, stroking away from the dangerously low space above hips and back towards his belt. Shen Qingqiu adds a little pressure behind the touch, mimicking the way it must feel when his own body moves against Luo Binghe while they're entwined.
The effect isn't quite the same through so much fabric, therefore as the sash holding Luo Binghe's robes together falls at their feet, Shen Qingqiu doesn't hesitate to change that. Just as Binghe's fingers settle against a hip, his spread out to caress skin bared through a part in dark robes. Much of it stays upon the musculature of his stomach, with the occasional stroke of a thumb against the waistband below. ]
Binghe, use your hand- [ And perhaps a lingering brush of fingers just within. ] ...and touch me.