[ she's so reactive, and a lot of this is still very new, and. gu yun's only human, alright? having a beautiful girl squirming around on his lap is more than enough to take all of his attention. his hips roll up into hers, automatically, again, the grind of friction sweet enough that his lashes flutter, the kiss temporarily halted as she bites down. it feels good - if anything, this form of 'punishment' just makes him even cheekier, has him smirking against her mouth.
...though... you're just going to have to be wondering sends something warm curling down his spine; gu yun's voice drops, low and soft, the words more pressed against her lips than verbalized with that grind. ] I will be.
[ yeah!! really hard not to be! hot
with a huff of a laugh, he doesn't seem to mind the hands in his robes, though. gu yun pulls himself away from kissing her and lets the silk fall away from his shoulders so he's at least topless. if wrath was paying attention during the trial, with the strip check, it won't be anything particularly new, but if not - gu yun is covered in scars, nearly every inch of his torso some form of them. some are tiny and old, pockmarks, shrapnel marks, some came from knives or swords, and some are unidentifiable. the most massive is a scar that stretches from the base of his neck down and under his chest, like someone had cut him in half and sewn him back together, the skin there gnarled and dead. there's a series of fading marks down it, too, now blending in with the time that had passed.
it doesn't seem to bother him any, though. divested of his shirt, at least, gu yun presses close to her again, arching up into the grind of her hips and pressing a kiss to her mouth, to her jaw, finding those warm lines and kissing them, wet and warm, the scrape of teeth finding one down her neck, too. his hands go right back to wandering once he's out of his sleeves, too, stroking down her back, bracing, and then right back to where he started at her chest, fingertips quick and clever. (and thankfully, no longer cold.) ]
[oh. there's something about the low, soft tone that gets her. a thrill runs through her, heat gathering low as he nearly drawls the words against her mouth. she likes that - she wants to hear that tone again, and promises herself that she'll work it out of him.
she gets - distracted, though. she hadn't been paying attention during the strip check, which is why she gets stuck looking at the scars. not because they scare her or disgust her, not at all, but because there's so many, because he really is a tank, setting himself up to take this sort of damage in the first place. he might catch the look on her face as she sees, something soft and a little concerned, but she doesn't say anything, just closes her eyes and lets him kiss her jaw. breathes out heavy and heated at the teeth against her neck, head tilted to the side to give him better access. her pulse - her pulse, she thinks giddily, she's alive - kicks up a quicker, steadier beat as his warm hands rest against her chest again. this time she has skin to explore in return.
she wants to let him do what he wants with her, but first, she's pushing him back a little, laying him out so she can trace her fingers along every scar on his torso. light, delicate touch, like she's afraid she's going to hurt him somehow. she only hesitates for a split second before she's dragging her fingers along that long scar that reaches from neck to chest.
her ear flicks. she's very focused on seeing which parts of him are the most sensitive.]
[ gu yun barely has enough time to deepen the mark he starts to leave. no one'll see it, but that's alright - leaving his mark on another person's not a bad thing. when she tilts her head, he goes after the spot with intent, following up on wrath's reactions, and...
....speaking of, if he catches that look of concern, gu yun has nothing to say about it.
ultimately, he lets wrath push him back, dropping backwards onto his elbows before laying back entirely, a picture of pale skin and dark hair like ink spread around him in a halo. it's almost a jarring image, contradictory in its own right - his face belongs to that of of a young master, maybe, the type beautiful and elegant enough to waste his days away in flower gardens, but his body is that of the hardened soldier that gu yun really is.
when wrath hesitates, her touch delicate, gu yun presses into her fingertips. it's a nonverbal acceptance, a motion forward - go on. there's nothing that gu yun is ashamed of. he's earned every mark on him, each one a reminder of a battle won, of another day that the black iron camp keeps its place as great liang's defenders, as the marquis of order keeps order in his home.
it's also a strange sensation, though not a bad one - just one he hasn't quite gotten used to. parts of the nerves are dead, here, but his oversensitivity makes the line between nothing and a lot blurry, and gu yun lets his head tilt back and his eyes close, for the moment luxuriating in the attention, as he arches up into the touch as if being drawn by a string, and lets his hands drop back down to her hips, again, squeezing a little tighter when she brushes against a spot he likes, hips twitching up mostly out of instinct. ]
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...though... you're just going to have to be wondering sends something warm curling down his spine; gu yun's voice drops, low and soft, the words more pressed against her lips than verbalized with that grind. ] I will be.
[ yeah!! really hard not to be! hot
with a huff of a laugh, he doesn't seem to mind the hands in his robes, though. gu yun pulls himself away from kissing her and lets the silk fall away from his shoulders so he's at least topless. if wrath was paying attention during the trial, with the strip check, it won't be anything particularly new, but if not - gu yun is covered in scars, nearly every inch of his torso some form of them. some are tiny and old, pockmarks, shrapnel marks, some came from knives or swords, and some are unidentifiable. the most massive is a scar that stretches from the base of his neck down and under his chest, like someone had cut him in half and sewn him back together, the skin there gnarled and dead. there's a series of fading marks down it, too, now blending in with the time that had passed.
it doesn't seem to bother him any, though. divested of his shirt, at least, gu yun presses close to her again, arching up into the grind of her hips and pressing a kiss to her mouth, to her jaw, finding those warm lines and kissing them, wet and warm, the scrape of teeth finding one down her neck, too. his hands go right back to wandering once he's out of his sleeves, too, stroking down her back, bracing, and then right back to where he started at her chest, fingertips quick and clever. (and thankfully, no longer cold.) ]
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she gets - distracted, though. she hadn't been paying attention during the strip check, which is why she gets stuck looking at the scars. not because they scare her or disgust her, not at all, but because there's so many, because he really is a tank, setting himself up to take this sort of damage in the first place. he might catch the look on her face as she sees, something soft and a little concerned, but she doesn't say anything, just closes her eyes and lets him kiss her jaw. breathes out heavy and heated at the teeth against her neck, head tilted to the side to give him better access. her pulse - her pulse, she thinks giddily, she's alive - kicks up a quicker, steadier beat as his warm hands rest against her chest again. this time she has skin to explore in return.
she wants to let him do what he wants with her, but first, she's pushing him back a little, laying him out so she can trace her fingers along every scar on his torso. light, delicate touch, like she's afraid she's going to hurt him somehow. she only hesitates for a split second before she's dragging her fingers along that long scar that reaches from neck to chest.
her ear flicks. she's very focused on seeing which parts of him are the most sensitive.]
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....speaking of, if he catches that look of concern, gu yun has nothing to say about it.
ultimately, he lets wrath push him back, dropping backwards onto his elbows before laying back entirely, a picture of pale skin and dark hair like ink spread around him in a halo. it's almost a jarring image, contradictory in its own right - his face belongs to that of of a young master, maybe, the type beautiful and elegant enough to waste his days away in flower gardens, but his body is that of the hardened soldier that gu yun really is.
when wrath hesitates, her touch delicate, gu yun presses into her fingertips. it's a nonverbal acceptance, a motion forward - go on. there's nothing that gu yun is ashamed of. he's earned every mark on him, each one a reminder of a battle won, of another day that the black iron camp keeps its place as great liang's defenders, as the marquis of order keeps order in his home.
it's also a strange sensation, though not a bad one - just one he hasn't quite gotten used to. parts of the nerves are dead, here, but his oversensitivity makes the line between nothing and a lot blurry, and gu yun lets his head tilt back and his eyes close, for the moment luxuriating in the attention, as he arches up into the touch as if being drawn by a string, and lets his hands drop back down to her hips, again, squeezing a little tighter when she brushes against a spot he likes, hips twitching up mostly out of instinct. ]