[she's happy to give him something to focus on - especially because she's about ready to jitter right out of her skin herself.
she feels rather than hears him suppressing his laughter, and sulks more. but that quickly falls away because he brushes his lips against her and she gasps, head tilting back. it hasn't even been that much, but she's been wanting all morning, which means he's pretty quickly going to realize how wet she already is from being teased. there's a flash of annoyance that she pushes down - shut up wrath - and redirects. she just tugs his hair instead, rough.]
When have I ever had manners. [she grumbles.] Make me.
[ oh that's a bad call. gu yun stays right there, letting the vibrations from his voice carr - there's something undeniably predatory to his voice when he murmurs-- ]
If you insist. [ because this is a challenge, now, and gu yun loves a challenge. his pride will not let him do anything but win them, either, and a challenge in bed is lately becoming one of his new favorite things.
so. with a quick nudge of his shoulders to adjust the angle, he will finally stop talking and put his mouth to a much better use. hands squeezing into her hips, he pulls them forward, tasting that wetness with a long stroke of his tongue - using the pressure of his grip to keep her from rocking too quickly forward into his face. he will take his sweet time and enjoy his meal, thank you. 🎶 ]
[the noise is very much surprised out of her, and her head thuds back against the wall. it's good that he grabs her hips because she's greedy about it, trying to push her hips up against his mouth - when she's denied, she makes a fussy sound and pulls his hair again. does her very best to avoid thinking too hard about that predatory note, too, because wow is she into that.
she's going to let him do what he wants, for now, as long as it isn't moving away. her grip on his hair means she intends to make him stay right where he is until she thinks he's finished.]
[ the way she pulls his hair gets a low noise out of gu yun, rumbling pleased through his chest - he is definitely into that. he's well conditioned enough that pushing his own desires and thoughts out of his head is nearly second nature, so the aspect has just been a low murmur all day long, but right now, gu yun wants, somewhere on the line of lust and greed. being allowed to be a menace means he's going to take every advantage of that, focusing everything in the moment while he's got all of his senses to do so. the reactions of her body, the warmth of her thighs and the cracks within them, the feel of his fingers in flesh and the taste of her on his tongue; there are a thousand different little things to pay attention to, so there's no senses in rushing. despite everything, this is still fairly new territory for gu yun, and lup is so reactive that it's a learning opportunity, too. (he likes to do things to perfection, after all, and taking lup out like this is something that needs to be flawless.)
that means taking his time. kitten licks and longer ones, mouth pressed close to her skin, he pulls her hips forward in a slow roll, mapping out that places that make her squirm with the kind of terrifying observation that really he's only capable of, glancing off of the places that seem the most sensitive and working around instead. close, close, but not quite close enough. what a terrible tease. ]
not in the screaming way, necessarily, but she's a noisy person to begin with, so of course it transfers over to bed. kitten licks earn him huffy, impatient breaths, longer ones drag moans out of her, shuddering sounds that she doesn't bother muffling or hiding. when he allows it, she's greedy with the way her hips move, grinding up against his tongue where she can, chasing the scorching heat of his mouth. she's practically warming the whole room up herself, fingers dragging through his hair and twisting in it when he hits a particularly sensitive part of her. it's absolutely infuriating when he figures out what he's doing, if only because he ducks away, and it doesn't take very long of that for her temper to flare, a groan of absolute frustration ripping out of her.]
Zixi. [she says again, and this time it's very close to an order. not that he'd really be able to take her seriously, if he was able to see her - she's a flushed mess, eyes hooded and hair rapidly fluffing up and tangling as she musses it against the wall.]
[ lup is very loud, yes. he's become intimately familiar with this, and it's something he very much approves of. (maybe, when his medicine runs out, if he's not dead, he'll still be able to hear it.)
it's getting hotter and hotter under here, enough that he can vaguely feel sweat dripping down the back of his neck, but that's just fine, too. he's listening, to what she wants, picking up on what works and what doesn't, pinpointing the places that make lup pull his hair and shudder and putting a pin in them for later. his hands stick with her hips, guiding, keeping their pace, and when he does have to pull off to take a breath, it's right in time to hear that frustrated groan.
it's a shame he can't see her face. it's probably better she can't see his, the way his mouth curls right up into a cat-got-the-cream sort of smile, pleased with his efforts. he does seem to live to be irritating like 25% of the time, and this is definitely no exception. gu yun's fingers tighten at her hips, holding her still, this time. ]
Mm? [ a beat. one. two. lingering, fingers squeezing -
before he adjusts and more or less buries his face back between her thighs, giving her exactly what she asks for - though maybe not with reckless abandon. it's certainly less measured than before, and all of his coy, not-quite-there movements give him the benefit of knowing exactly where to strike, this time, seeking out the sensitive bud of nerves that made her nearly break his grip on her hips with his tongue.
it won't be for too long, of course. he's got a challenge to win, here. this time, when gu yun does back off, he doesn't stop, only starts to loosen his fingers like he's going to let her have free reign, then tightens them again. ]
[she's about to berate him for real when he finally buries himself, and she lets out a startled yelp of a sound, scrabbling at the wall for some sort of purchase. that's only for a second, though, because he's not shy now, and neither is she. his tongue curls against that bud of nerves and she moans unsteady up at the ceiling, head tilting back. a flash of heat roars through her, tingles all the way down to her fingertips, and ups the temperature in the room another degree.
she'll apologize for it later, but the hand in his hair pushes him forward, keeps his tongue pressed right against her, demanding, needy. she can't quite get there, and it's driving her up the fucking wall - almost literally, with the way she's writhing. chest heaving, she tries to use her legs to get a better angle and just fails entirely.
which is why she yanks on his hair and whines out:] Fuck, please.
anyway!!! that please? victory. he makes a muffled, pleased noise, officially too busy to be smug about it - though, rest assured, he will be very smug about it later - and with that, gu yun breaks off for half a second to take a deep breath, then returns right back to what he was doing. this time, though, he releases any of the pressure holding her in place, relinquishing all of the control he was holding onto to let lup grind into him as much as she would like.
it's also hot in the literal and metaphorical sense alike. even with his head between her thighs and the world muffled by fabric, gu yun can hear those needy, wanting noises, can feel her writhing on his shoulders. he's into it, into lup, the sounds she makes, the way she's unraveling and even the way she tastes, enough that it's sending a steady rush of want down his spine. his silks are sticking to his back, and at the moment, he can barely breathe, but as he pulls an arm free and wraps it around her thigh so they don't go crumbling to the floor in the process, his desire doesn't fade at all, and neither does his enthusiasm for a job well done. ]
she's not a shy person in the least, so the second that he lets her, she takes. her noise gets louder, gasping cries into the air, against her shoulder when she turns her head - noises that vaguely sound like his name, cut off. the pressure builds and builds, spikes when his tongue dips inside, when the roll of her hips gets just the right angle. she thinks, distantly, that maybe she's a little in danger here. she wants, she wants, she wants - as much as he'll give her, over and over. she's so close she can taste it, pleasure curling low, bright and intense.
and really, his enthusiasm means it only takes a few moments of the steady, wet rhythm of his tongue to reduce her to ah, yes, yes, fuck, there, don't - don't stop -- before she comes with a breathless moan, stiffening in an arch up against his mouth, thighs quivering against either side of his head.
... normally, she'd take a few seconds to reboot, but there is very suddenly a very loud bang bang bang noise against the wall, like someone hitting it with their fist, and she dissolves into giggles.]
[ feeling her come right up against his mouth is an experience in and of its own right. lup is so, so reactive, and a part of him does wish he could see it (maybe later?) but, he's used to sensing everything around him like this, too. her quivers, her sighs and gasps - he keeps his hands at her hips and works her through it, until finally, he's able to take a deep breath and pull back, panting a little. there's a beat where he has to regain his composure, and come back to the reality of the world around him, which is currently pretty dark and very, very warm.
gu yun moves his hand to the small of her back to help her untangle from his shoulders - he has to pause, though, when there's a loud bang on the wall. his snort is muffled, and after a moment, he then pulls his head out from underneath her robe. gu yun's hair is an utter disaster, the peach blossom pin in the back of his hair hanging somewhere near his shoulder, his cheeks are bright red, his face is soaking wet, and he's grinning a terrible, terrible little gremlin grin from ear to ear. ]
she is also a mess, to be fair, bright red and almost sleepy looking with how satisfied she is. she just slides down to the floor with him, pushing her own damp hair back out of her face and just grinning. her heart does several flips in her chest when she sees him in the state he's in, and she laughs, bright and sweet, before pulling him in. come here.
she does not give two shits where his mouth just was, she just wipes his face with her sleeve and steals a kiss, though it's hard to do while she's giggling.]
Nope. Pride's room is across the hall. That was Despair. [she says, cheerfully, reaching for the peach blossom pin. gonna fix.]
[ it's a disaster thanks to lup's grabby hands!!! he sticks his face out for the attention, pleased, letting her clean him off as much as she wants. that laugh was very charming and cute, and he's feeling very pleased with himself after all of that. to her commentary, though... ]
Oh. Well.
[ ahem.
he reaches over her shoulder as she's tugging the pin out of his hair, and then proceeds to knock on the wall three times.
his bad. ] I did warn them they'd be seeing a lot of me. Suppose I should've said 'hearing', instead. [ what a goblin. it is only because i have like 500 npc threads rn that he doesnt just take his phone out and send them a message ]
[ this is why he's so spoiled, now? this is why. stop enabling him being a goblin
a happy lup is always a good thing, and he's pleased at the fact that he was successful enough to merit this sort of reaction, so. gu yun preens under all of the attention overall, humming at the idea of an even more obnoxiously loud lup. though, admittedly, he has not forgotten for even a second that he came up here just as turned on as lup did, especially after all of that. ]
Careful, it's sticky. [ his hair, especially, was sticking to the back of his neck after all of that. it's still very warm in here, especially in his silks. not very pretty northwestern flower of him, but, that's fine. ]
the way she's looking at him as she gathers his hair up off his neck - it's disgusting, really. she's soft and affectionate, leaving kisses on nose, his cheek, his jaw. as she does, little flames flicker and snap and pop off of her, and if he looks closely, he'll notice the smoke from those snaps and pops curls into smoke hearts.]
You're sticky. [she murmurs, soft. and then she just pushes herself off the wall into him to knock him to the floor, straddling him with another gremlin laugh, settling in his lap.]
I don't think I have the patience to make it to the bed, actually.
[ it's only because lup is basically on top of him that he can even see those hearts without his liuli glass. they are very cute, and he chooses not to comment on them only because there's like a 25% chance they're just really blurry and he's seeing things, which seems embarrassing, so.
when lup knocks him over, gu yun goes without protest, dropping to the ground in a heap of silk and dark hair. he is instantly, immediately aware of her weight in his lap, yeah, and he ends up grinning at her in response, lazy and pleased. ]
You are. [ sticky... clingy like a sticky bun. cute. but, gu yun lifts his hands to the outside of her thighs, smoothing up fabric and feeling the warmth under his palms. ] And I think you and I are in agreement.
[ his muscles are going to be so sore later it's fine ]
[it's just the one glass, but whatever. she also punctuates this with a grind of her hips down against his, which makes her sigh despite having been utterly spoiled a few minutes ago.]
[ hmmm that kiss is nice. to her question, gu yun waves his hand, though his eyes flutter shut a moment later as lup grinds into his lap. that is very nice. ]
No, it just gets in the way. Steam and all of that. [ also he doesn't like to wear it during sex because it's not ~*aesthetic*~ enough. i really hate that this is canon. ]
[snort. she shifts back in his lap, and then fusses with her robes.]
Haha, nerd. Fogging up your glasses. [she says, slyly.] Hurry up and get naked already, I intend to ride you hard enough to get a few more noise complaints.
Glass, singular. [ a beat. ] And it's not my fault that you're heating me up so easily.
[ completely shameless. gu yun grins, reaching for the tie at the inside of his robes to push them open, revealing his scarred torso with absolutely zero hesitation - that suggestion sounds great, actually, noise complaints included - and then bumping his hips up so he can get the bottom piece free.
[robes are indeed easy to get out of! she doesn't hesitate in one, wiggling out of her own, which like, enjoy that view of a completely naked lup sitting in your lap, gu yun. and two, helping him out of his, only stopping long enough to trail her fingers over those scars.
but once she's got him out of his robes, she's going to tease as well. she rocks her hips against his, not enough to let him press inside her quite yet, but enough to hint at it. she's grinning like a fucking goblin, too, stretching languidly, arms pulled back behind her head like she's getting ready for yoga or something. brat.]
well, gu yun was sort of expecting some kind of vengeance, though most those thoughts drained pleasantly out of his ears when he got lup completely naked and settled in his lap like that. it should not at all be surprising. and yet! the friction sends an immediate shiver of pleasure up his spine, and a bloom of red to his cheeks - gu yun's always been sensitive in any number of ways, and in bed is absolutely no exception, especially when he's gone quite neglected for the entire time they've been up in this bedroom.
he lifts his hands and runs them up the sides of her legs, fingers digging into the flesh at her thighs and her ass, but unlike lup, gu yun does have a modicum of patience and also hates losing at anything (losing?) (this is why he's on pride). she is still so wet and even just that slow, close-but-not-quite friction is enough to make him sigh through his nose. ]
What, do you need to warm up first? [ deadpan..... ]
I'm pretty warmed up, I think. [she sighs, slowly dragging her hips against his, letting her head fall back. her hair spills over her shoulders and chest, twisting and curling at the ends, burning low. the ends form little hearts too, though gu yun might not be able to see it super well.
each touch gets her squirming, mouth open in a slight pant. he has patience, but she's willing to see how long that does anything for him, rocking slow in his lap. she can feel how hard he is, and it absolutely delights her on many levels.]
I wonder what it would be like to see the Marquis of Order beg. [she says thoughtfully.]
lup makes quite the sight to see up there, blurred at the edges or not. she really is beautiful - the way the cracks in her skin are settled at the moment make her look almost ethereal, haloed in the dark light of the room. it's something to focus on besides the fact that he's ridiculously turned on, and every brush of slow friction is maddeningly good, if only because it's not even remotely close to enough.
his back arches, hips coming up off the ground to follow her motions. slow and steady, a nice, easy roll - not taking, not pushing, just using every bit of his well exercised self restraint not to let his patience snap easily. the flush on his cheeks is darkening, starting to spread down to his neck, and there is a beat where he has to bite his lip, keeping any reaction muffled. ]
I'm not much of a beggar. [ gu zixi is so stupidly stubborn, after all. his fingers dig a little further into her skin, reaching around her hips to grab her butt, instead, kneading with calloused fingertips, in time with one of those absolutely agonizingly slow rolls of lup's hips. he is going to be as handsy as humanly possible to get his way! you'll see! ]
oh, see, she likes that, though. she likes the way he rolls his hips up off the ground to meet her, like he can't quite stop himself from chasing the sensation. she thinks about shifting away, denying him the contact, just to tease, but she doesn't - if only because she has no patience. he's going to win these contests every time because lup just does not have the iron will required to not immediately take what she wants.
he grabs at her, digs his fingers in, and she lets out an obscene whimper-sigh, head falling back as her hand comes up to her chest. she absently palms her own breast as he meets one of her slow drags, the air around the both of them hot and a little humid. it's fine, she likes this - likes how intimate it feels.]
No? [she teases, pausing the roll of her hips. she shifts back just a little, just enough to run her fingers down his chest, trailing lightly until she reaches the length of him, taking him in hand. she's aware this is not nearly as good as what she was just doing, which is very much on purpose - she strokes him once, twice, and then:]
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she feels rather than hears him suppressing his laughter, and sulks more. but that quickly falls away because he brushes his lips against her and she gasps, head tilting back. it hasn't even been that much, but she's been wanting all morning, which means he's pretty quickly going to realize how wet she already is from being teased. there's a flash of annoyance that she pushes down - shut up wrath - and redirects. she just tugs his hair instead, rough.]
When have I ever had manners. [she grumbles.] Make me.
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If you insist. [ because this is a challenge, now, and gu yun loves a challenge. his pride will not let him do anything but win them, either, and a challenge in bed is lately becoming one of his new favorite things.
so. with a quick nudge of his shoulders to adjust the angle, he will finally stop talking and put his mouth to a much better use. hands squeezing into her hips, he pulls them forward, tasting that wetness with a long stroke of his tongue - using the pressure of his grip to keep her from rocking too quickly forward into his face. he will take his sweet time and enjoy his meal, thank you. 🎶 ]
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[the noise is very much surprised out of her, and her head thuds back against the wall. it's good that he grabs her hips because she's greedy about it, trying to push her hips up against his mouth - when she's denied, she makes a fussy sound and pulls his hair again. does her very best to avoid thinking too hard about that predatory note, too, because wow is she into that.
she's going to let him do what he wants, for now, as long as it isn't moving away. her grip on his hair means she intends to make him stay right where he is until she thinks he's finished.]
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that means taking his time. kitten licks and longer ones, mouth pressed close to her skin, he pulls her hips forward in a slow roll, mapping out that places that make her squirm with the kind of terrifying observation that really he's only capable of, glancing off of the places that seem the most sensitive and working around instead. close, close, but not quite close enough. what a terrible tease. ]
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not in the screaming way, necessarily, but she's a noisy person to begin with, so of course it transfers over to bed. kitten licks earn him huffy, impatient breaths, longer ones drag moans out of her, shuddering sounds that she doesn't bother muffling or hiding. when he allows it, she's greedy with the way her hips move, grinding up against his tongue where she can, chasing the scorching heat of his mouth. she's practically warming the whole room up herself, fingers dragging through his hair and twisting in it when he hits a particularly sensitive part of her. it's absolutely infuriating when he figures out what he's doing, if only because he ducks away, and it doesn't take very long of that for her temper to flare, a groan of absolute frustration ripping out of her.]
Zixi. [she says again, and this time it's very close to an order. not that he'd really be able to take her seriously, if he was able to see her - she's a flushed mess, eyes hooded and hair rapidly fluffing up and tangling as she musses it against the wall.]
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it's getting hotter and hotter under here, enough that he can vaguely feel sweat dripping down the back of his neck, but that's just fine, too. he's listening, to what she wants, picking up on what works and what doesn't, pinpointing the places that make lup pull his hair and shudder and putting a pin in them for later. his hands stick with her hips, guiding, keeping their pace, and when he does have to pull off to take a breath, it's right in time to hear that frustrated groan.
it's a shame he can't see her face. it's probably better she can't see his, the way his mouth curls right up into a cat-got-the-cream sort of smile, pleased with his efforts. he does seem to live to be irritating like 25% of the time, and this is definitely no exception. gu yun's fingers tighten at her hips, holding her still, this time. ]
Mm? [ a beat. one. two. lingering, fingers squeezing -
before he adjusts and more or less buries his face back between her thighs, giving her exactly what she asks for - though maybe not with reckless abandon. it's certainly less measured than before, and all of his coy, not-quite-there movements give him the benefit of knowing exactly where to strike, this time, seeking out the sensitive bud of nerves that made her nearly break his grip on her hips with his tongue.
it won't be for too long, of course. he's got a challenge to win, here. this time, when gu yun does back off, he doesn't stop, only starts to loosen his fingers like he's going to let her have free reign, then tightens them again. ]
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she'll apologize for it later, but the hand in his hair pushes him forward, keeps his tongue pressed right against her, demanding, needy. she can't quite get there, and it's driving her up the fucking wall - almost literally, with the way she's writhing. chest heaving, she tries to use her legs to get a better angle and just fails entirely.
which is why she yanks on his hair and whines out:] Fuck, please.
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anyway!!! that please? victory. he makes a muffled, pleased noise, officially too busy to be smug about it - though, rest assured, he will be very smug about it later - and with that, gu yun breaks off for half a second to take a deep breath, then returns right back to what he was doing. this time, though, he releases any of the pressure holding her in place, relinquishing all of the control he was holding onto to let lup grind into him as much as she would like.
it's also hot in the literal and metaphorical sense alike. even with his head between her thighs and the world muffled by fabric, gu yun can hear those needy, wanting noises, can feel her writhing on his shoulders. he's into it, into lup, the sounds she makes, the way she's unraveling and even the way she tastes, enough that it's sending a steady rush of want down his spine. his silks are sticking to his back, and at the moment, he can barely breathe, but as he pulls an arm free and wraps it around her thigh so they don't go crumbling to the floor in the process, his desire doesn't fade at all, and neither does his enthusiasm for a job well done. ]
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she's not a shy person in the least, so the second that he lets her, she takes. her noise gets louder, gasping cries into the air, against her shoulder when she turns her head - noises that vaguely sound like his name, cut off. the pressure builds and builds, spikes when his tongue dips inside, when the roll of her hips gets just the right angle. she thinks, distantly, that maybe she's a little in danger here. she wants, she wants, she wants - as much as he'll give her, over and over. she's so close she can taste it, pleasure curling low, bright and intense.
and really, his enthusiasm means it only takes a few moments of the steady, wet rhythm of his tongue to reduce her to ah, yes, yes, fuck, there, don't - don't stop -- before she comes with a breathless moan, stiffening in an arch up against his mouth, thighs quivering against either side of his head.
... normally, she'd take a few seconds to reboot, but there is very suddenly a very loud bang bang bang noise against the wall, like someone hitting it with their fist, and she dissolves into giggles.]
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gu yun moves his hand to the small of her back to help her untangle from his shoulders - he has to pause, though, when there's a loud bang on the wall. his snort is muffled, and after a moment, he then pulls his head out from underneath her robe. gu yun's hair is an utter disaster, the peach blossom pin in the back of his hair hanging somewhere near his shoulder, his cheeks are bright red, his face is soaking wet, and he's grinning a terrible, terrible little gremlin grin from ear to ear. ]
Hope that wasn't Pride.
[ he says
like he is even remotely sorry. ] Oops.
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she is also a mess, to be fair, bright red and almost sleepy looking with how satisfied she is. she just slides down to the floor with him, pushing her own damp hair back out of her face and just grinning. her heart does several flips in her chest when she sees him in the state he's in, and she laughs, bright and sweet, before pulling him in. come here.
she does not give two shits where his mouth just was, she just wipes his face with her sleeve and steals a kiss, though it's hard to do while she's giggling.]
Nope. Pride's room is across the hall. That was Despair. [she says, cheerfully, reaching for the peach blossom pin. gonna fix.]
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Oh. Well.
[ ahem.
he reaches over her shoulder as she's tugging the pin out of his hair, and then proceeds to knock on the wall three times.
his bad. ] I did warn them they'd be seeing a lot of me. Suppose I should've said 'hearing', instead. [ what a goblin. it is only because i have like 500 npc threads rn that he doesnt just take his phone out and send them a message ]
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Mmm, it makes me want to be louder. [she hums, peppering kisses all over gu yun's face.] I want to take care of you, anyway.
[she's super boneless, but hey. she busies herself with fixing his hair, combing her fingers through it, nosing at him.]
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a happy lup is always a good thing, and he's pleased at the fact that he was successful enough to merit this sort of reaction, so. gu yun preens under all of the attention overall, humming at the idea of an even more obnoxiously loud lup. though, admittedly, he has not forgotten for even a second that he came up here just as turned on as lup did, especially after all of that. ]
Careful, it's sticky. [ his hair, especially, was sticking to the back of his neck after all of that. it's still very warm in here, especially in his silks. not very pretty northwestern flower of him, but, that's fine. ]
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the way she's looking at him as she gathers his hair up off his neck - it's disgusting, really. she's soft and affectionate, leaving kisses on nose, his cheek, his jaw. as she does, little flames flicker and snap and pop off of her, and if he looks closely, he'll notice the smoke from those snaps and pops curls into smoke hearts.]
You're sticky. [she murmurs, soft. and then she just pushes herself off the wall into him to knock him to the floor, straddling him with another gremlin laugh, settling in his lap.]
I don't think I have the patience to make it to the bed, actually.
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when lup knocks him over, gu yun goes without protest, dropping to the ground in a heap of silk and dark hair. he is instantly, immediately aware of her weight in his lap, yeah, and he ends up grinning at her in response, lazy and pleased. ]
You are. [ sticky... clingy like a sticky bun. cute. but, gu yun lifts his hands to the outside of her thighs, smoothing up fabric and feeling the warmth under his palms. ] And I think you and I are in agreement.
[ his muscles are going to be so sore later it's fine ]
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Good. [a pause.] Want your glasses back?
[it's just the one glass, but whatever. she also punctuates this with a grind of her hips down against his, which makes her sigh despite having been utterly spoiled a few minutes ago.]
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No, it just gets in the way. Steam and all of that. [ also he doesn't like to wear it during sex because it's not ~*aesthetic*~ enough. i really hate that this is canon. ]
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Haha, nerd. Fogging up your glasses. [she says, slyly.] Hurry up and get naked already, I intend to ride you hard enough to get a few more noise complaints.
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[ completely shameless. gu yun grins, reaching for the tie at the inside of his robes to push them open, revealing his scarred torso with absolutely zero hesitation - that suggestion sounds great, actually, noise complaints included - and then bumping his hips up so he can get the bottom piece free.
at least robes are easy to get out of! ]
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but once she's got him out of his robes, she's going to tease as well. she rocks her hips against his, not enough to let him press inside her quite yet, but enough to hint at it. she's grinning like a fucking goblin, too, stretching languidly, arms pulled back behind her head like she's getting ready for yoga or something. brat.]
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absolutely deserves this, huh.
well, gu yun was sort of expecting some kind of vengeance, though most those thoughts drained pleasantly out of his ears when he got lup completely naked and settled in his lap like that. it should not at all be surprising. and yet! the friction sends an immediate shiver of pleasure up his spine, and a bloom of red to his cheeks - gu yun's always been sensitive in any number of ways, and in bed is absolutely no exception, especially when he's gone quite neglected for the entire time they've been up in this bedroom.
he lifts his hands and runs them up the sides of her legs, fingers digging into the flesh at her thighs and her ass, but unlike lup, gu yun does have a modicum of patience and also hates losing at anything (losing?) (this is why he's on pride). she is still so wet and even just that slow, close-but-not-quite friction is enough to make him sigh through his nose. ]
What, do you need to warm up first? [ deadpan..... ]
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I'm pretty warmed up, I think. [she sighs, slowly dragging her hips against his, letting her head fall back. her hair spills over her shoulders and chest, twisting and curling at the ends, burning low. the ends form little hearts too, though gu yun might not be able to see it super well.
each touch gets her squirming, mouth open in a slight pant. he has patience, but she's willing to see how long that does anything for him, rocking slow in his lap. she can feel how hard he is, and it absolutely delights her on many levels.]
I wonder what it would be like to see the Marquis of Order beg. [she says thoughtfully.]
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lup makes quite the sight to see up there, blurred at the edges or not. she really is beautiful - the way the cracks in her skin are settled at the moment make her look almost ethereal, haloed in the dark light of the room. it's something to focus on besides the fact that he's ridiculously turned on, and every brush of slow friction is maddeningly good, if only because it's not even remotely close to enough.
his back arches, hips coming up off the ground to follow her motions. slow and steady, a nice, easy roll - not taking, not pushing, just using every bit of his well exercised self restraint not to let his patience snap easily. the flush on his cheeks is darkening, starting to spread down to his neck, and there is a beat where he has to bite his lip, keeping any reaction muffled. ]
I'm not much of a beggar. [ gu zixi is so stupidly stubborn, after all. his fingers dig a little further into her skin, reaching around her hips to grab her butt, instead, kneading with calloused fingertips, in time with one of those absolutely agonizingly slow rolls of lup's hips. he is going to be as handsy as humanly possible to get his way! you'll see! ]
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oh, see, she likes that, though. she likes the way he rolls his hips up off the ground to meet her, like he can't quite stop himself from chasing the sensation. she thinks about shifting away, denying him the contact, just to tease, but she doesn't - if only because she has no patience. he's going to win these contests every time because lup just does not have the iron will required to not immediately take what she wants.
he grabs at her, digs his fingers in, and she lets out an obscene whimper-sigh, head falling back as her hand comes up to her chest. she absently palms her own breast as he meets one of her slow drags, the air around the both of them hot and a little humid. it's fine, she likes this - likes how intimate it feels.]
No? [she teases, pausing the roll of her hips. she shifts back just a little, just enough to run her fingers down his chest, trailing lightly until she reaches the length of him, taking him in hand. she's aware this is not nearly as good as what she was just doing, which is very much on purpose - she strokes him once, twice, and then:]
Maybe just some noise, then.
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