[it is a very intense experience, feeling everything he does. normally, this doesn't do much for her in the way of actually getting off, it just teases her the entire time, but his jolts of pleasure and the way he's completely given up on restraining himself has her breath catching.
her eyes roam greedily over him under her. there's something about watching him writhe that sends sparks of heat down her spine. she can feel it. both physically, in the way he's twitching for more, and emotionally, the desperation for something harder making her eager to please. but it's the noises that get her the most. it's the low noises that have her losing her mind a little, and she chases them, pressing him down into the mattress.]
Stop. Don't muffle yourself. [she orders, voice low and heated. she grabs for the hand that's covering his mouth and wrenches it up - not enough to hurt him, but enough to pin it to the bed above his head. she twines their fingers together, and picks up her pace. just a little faster, and harder, watching his face with an almost hungry sort of expression. she's rougher now, shifting to draw his leg high around her hip to drive into him deeper, looking for the friction that'll make his eyes roll back.
she's almost curious - wants to see how close she can get him without touching him. he's done it for her a few times - she just wants to repair the favor.]
[ you know who probably hasn't had to take an order in a decade at least? gu yun.
you know who might be a little bit into that right now in this situation? also gu yun! wow. sometimes you learn things about yourself. it's probably the context - it's probably just the fact that it's lup. the tone of her voice goes right down his spine like a shot and reflexively, like the well trained soldier he is, he listens, because a noise comes out of his mouth almost immediately. there's nothing painful about having his hand pulled up, and he makes a noise, instead, grabbing her hand tight (that's out of reflex, too, a fight or flight instinct that's almost permanently broken on "fight"). it gives him something to hold onto, too, while lup's fucking him into this mattress and it's driving him absolutely crazy. every place their bodies are pressed together is another hit of sensation and electricity, from the disjointed feeling of their emotions whirling together, and he squeezes tight enough to leave marks from his nails, mouth dropping open as he's left gasping.
lup says don't muffle yourself, and it's not so easy to just stop, but the faster, harder pace starts to coax the noises out of him again. if she's really looking, he's a sight to see; the flush on his cheeks has splotched down to his chest in patches, his dark hair is a disaster all over the pillows and sheets, pinned underneath him and sticking to his skin like fine silk where it's exposed, and he's still halfway in the parts of the suit she left on him, though that's an utter mess, too. lup's almost hunger resonates through him, and there's an angle where she pulls up on his (surprisingly flexible? this is going to hurt his back so badly later) leg and thrusts in and he ends up smacking his fist against the covers, making an almost desperate, loud noise, hips jerking up into hers.
she's so close to him he can almost, almost get a little friction on his neglected front, but it's just not enough. he tilts his head up again, body responsive, wanting, his calf clinging around her back as if to pull her in for more. gu yun won't ever beg - he's just too damn prideful for some things - but this rougher treatment that's blowing his mind but not quite enough to let him come - that might get him kind of close to it. ]
she's absolutely looking, leaning over him. her hair isn't as wild as his - it's liquid, almost, the lava-silk nature of it making it just drip off her shoulders. but she's fascinated by the way his looks, spread messily over the sheets, and that hunger sticks. curls bright and needy in her chest and further down, makes her hips grind up against his when she's pressed fully inside of him. those are the thrusts that get her whimpering, just a little, biting her lip - those are the thrusts that he digs his nails into her skin with, that make her pulse speed up. feeling his arousal mixed with hers, with the crest she's building him up to, has her whole body trembling, the cracks in her skin glowing bright. he's a goddamn sight, half dressed in the suit she's so very fond of, lost in sensation.
he won't beg, but she kind of wants to make him. he might feel that, the pulse of possessiveness, that almost scientific curiosity. how far she can push, how much she can coax out of him. the noises are enough to have her trying to get some sort of friction, and when his hand slaps against the covers, she shudders, eyes going dark. he's desperate, and so is she.]
Ask. [she murmurs, testing her luck.] Ask me to touch you.
[and she punctuates that with a rough rock forward, right at that same angle he'd cried out at.]
[ when lup whimpers, it almost reverberates, the soundtrack to the way she trembled over top of him like that, the way he can feel how into this she is; he’s trying to pay attention to it at least a little but it is almost impossible for him to watch right now, newly working eyes and all. His own flutter shut because it’s too overwhelming to look, and it’s going to be too much and not enough if he tries to stare.
that possessive want is like a sunburst going off, too: it mixes with gu yun’s emotions, unleashed like a torrent in this moment of vulnerability. there’s a little bit of challenging, bratty “I’d like to see you try” that’s much more normal for his cocksure attitude, the kind of back and forth he lives for, but it’s a flicker against the absolute wall of pleasure he feels when lup slams her hips into his like that. he almost shouts, unable to stop himself this time, white knuckling the sheets. that heat has been building, building building, and he is so close -
his hips arcs off of the bed, and he doesn’t beg or plead, but there’s that desperation and delicious frustration that bleeds into his — ] Lup —!
[ so maybe it’s not a beg. but his emotions sure give it off, the need nearly palpable, as he writhes and arches and asks in every way except for with his words. ]
[that does things to her - a sharp, heady thrill roils through her at the sound of her name being called like that, and her head drops forward for just a second as she lets out a breathless god, fuck in response. her voice almost breaks with it, so turned on she's nearly on fire (almost literally, the room around them heating up). it's not the words, but it's good enough. she can tease him another time.
she lets go of his hand, but only so she can shift back, so she can position herself at an steady, rough pace, pulling him up into her lap and holding his hip with one hand. the other wraps around the length of him and strokes in time with her rolling hips, pressing deep inside him with every move. the way he gasped her name almost echoes in her head as she watches him, teeth digging into her bottom lip to keep herself quiet, to hear his noise. he looks so good, is the thing, she could get used to this. she could get used to seeing him arch up against her like this, desperate for her. it's intoxicating, but she doesn't linger on the thought. instead, she digs her twitching fingers into the meat of his hip, his thigh, and twists her wrist on the upstroke, mouth open in a soft pant.]
Zixi. [she breathes out, and her emotions shiver, her whole being wants him.] Come on, baobei.
[ sisi you have so many memshare tags and are literally in the middle of a cyoa
yea but consider: pegging
she might feel it physically more than emotionally, the way that for just a tender second, when lup lets go of his hand, his fingers twitch like he wants to reach after her for it. you never really realize that you're touch starved until you've had it, and suddenly, your body craves it like it craves air. intimacy beyond the sexual has become just as necessary here, less indulgent and more wanted, but he'll never admit to it, and thankfully, in the throes of a moment like this, he doesn't have to.
being pulled up like that changes up the angle at the same time she pushes in harder, the snap of their hips together a heady rush of sensation that has him tossing his head back, back arching up into a bow as if he can just try and get more. he's never loud, not normally, but with the combined impact of her own arousal mixed up with his own, to the point that they're almost impossibly twined together, gu yun makes another breathless, low noise that rumbles through his chest. it almost sounds like a laugh, a little hysterical, a little thank whatever deity finally, breaking off into another lup, and then softer, staccatto ah, ahs in time with each of lup's strokes. when she gets her hand on him it is almost enough to send his eyes rolling back- the muscles in his thighs twitch against her fingertips, and despite the noise and the buildup up to this point, the desperate drive towards a finish, he still catches the request, catches the word as sweet as can be in liangese and something pathetic and happy flutters in his chest at the sound --
and then lup's wrist twists and that pressure just snaps. when he comes, unlike before, it's silent -- mouth open, eyes shut, body arching up into lup's, because it feels for a second like all of his senses just black out in the best way possible, the only way he ever wants them to, and all the heat in the room feels like it reaches a single point, right here. gu yun shudders and twitches and moves and makes an excellent mess of his front and the remains of this shirt, and that hand on the bed in its blind seeking of pleasure comes up and catches at her shoulder and holds there, fingers burying into flesh, nails digging what would be scratch marks into her skin as he rides it out. ]
but oh - oh, is he pretty like this. oh, he's a sight, and the heat she feels is intense, overwhelming. she practically aches with how turned on she is, biting her bottom lip so hard she nearly draws blood. her hair falls in her face, covering half of it as she watches him gasp his little noises at the ceiling, and she's far too distracted, far too into him to push it out of her face. so instead she watches him tremble, she watches him through hooded eyes, grinding her hips up against his in search of any sort of friction, letting out breathless moans of her own to match his when she finds it. she won't get off this way, but it doesn't matter. this is about him. this is about watching him let go of his control and be rewarded for it, hot and heavy and rough.
and then there's that snap. and she watches, she greedily takes in the way that the pleasure overtakes him, grinding deep. just for a second, though, before she keeps moving, works him through every single pulse, stroking him until he's oversensitive, until he's squirming.
there's something extremely satisfied in her that roils and curls, watching him come. like the cat that got the cream. wrecked, she thinks, pleased, and she stays where she is to watch him come down. the arch of his back, the twitch of his muscles - it's practically art. the fingers in her shoulder almost make her growl, low, and she leans into it, lets him grab at whatever he wants.
and - because she's in an extra filthy mood, she absently licks her fingers clean without pulling out of him quite yet, humming.]
lup just keeps going - after the starbursts go off behind his eyelids and he's left vaguely dazed, each little push forward hot and wanting until it's almost too much. his hips buck up into her touch until the end, when the expression on his face pinches a little and he shivers, the motion involuntary, squirming underneath lup's fingers while she's living her best life, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. he can feel that pleased satisfaction mixing in with it, too, how clearly thrilled lup is with herself, but also, right now, it is really hard to feel embarrassed by it. some part of him is unbelievably into that growl in a distant kind of way, too, a thing to consider when he's not like completely fucked out. much like the fact that he's pretty sure lup probably didn't get off yet, which is something he needs to consider a lot sooner when his brain functions come back online.
after a long moment, gu yun takes a deep breath and his eyes flutter back open, pulling himself back into the stratosphere. it's funny - it feels a little like his eyes are wet at the corners, an extremely unusual sensation for gu yun who hasn't cried since he was a five year old. he doesn't say anything yet, just managing to gets his wits about him gathered enough to actually watch lup, right in time for her to just - lick her fingers clean, yeah. he'd lifted his head about an inch off of the pillows - gu yun drops it back with a thump, immediately, and mutters a liangese swear that's roughly the equivalent of "jesus christ". this woman is going to be the death of him.
[the little liangese swear gets her to cackle like a gremlin.
she brings her hand back down, gently stroking her fingers along his inner thighs, sliding down to where she's still seated. very carefully, she starts to pull out of him, easing him down. her eyes are still dark, and she's shivery, hot to the touch, but more than anything - she's affectionate. she can feel how relaxed he is, both physically and emotionally. and after everything - for... everything, that will happen, that will have to happen, it's just... it's nice. a pause, once she's slipped out of him entirely, and then she leans forward, hovering over him, still between his legs. lup presses a kiss to the corner of his eye, to where the wetness is.
and then she leans back to grabs her robes, reaching into the sleeves. she pulls out - a warm washcloth! thank god for her hammerspace robes. they're the best.
with that same sort of affection, she cleans him up where she can. and yes, she's still wearing the harness, which means she ends up giggling a little whenever the dildo ends up brushing against him. look, sure, she just pegged him to within an inch of his life, but dicks are still funny.]
[ yeah, he is sort of putty at the moment, huh. cheeks managing to flare a little pinker when she starts laughing, he... can’t help the way something sort of lazy and amused quirks up the corners of his mouth, too, chuckling a little bit to himself over how ridiculous all of this has been. it is a rarity for him to relax at all - as he’d proudly told molly while high as a kite from an investigation, “I’ve never relaxed a day in my life”- and lup is right in the fact that he sort of feels like he’s floating, at the moment. (there is, even still, just a little pique of embarrassment and - the urge to hide it, almost, when she kisses the corner of his eye like that, the same spooked pride that has him running from an ounce of weakness, but it doesn’t last.)
lup can do whatever she wants, he decides, and settles, instead. he’s hypersensitive to touch even when he hasn’t just come ridiculously hard, and his lashes flutter as she runs the cloth over his skin, taking in a measured, calm breath as he tries to sort out the last of his composure. for a few breaths, it’s peacefully quiet, occasionally interspersed with lup’s giggles.
after like the third time of this, he quips, voice more gravelly than usual but as dry as ever: ] Happy to see me again already, are you? What an impressive comeback time.
[ dicks are kind of funny yeah. she’ll feel the wash of his affection from that, too, as he opens an eye to look at her, vision blissfully and recently clear. ]
[that just makes her giggle a little harder, slightly punch-drunk.
it's a weird sensation, feeling his loose and easy emotions amidst the insistent heat curled in her gut. she thinks she likes it, though. she definitely likes the floating sensation, likes watching him breathe out the tension. there's a little - weird emotion, in her. for just a moment. something longing, maybe. something wistful with affection, her hair pooling liquid over her shoulder. and just for that second, the red around her eyes almost seems to recede as she looks at him, as his affection hits her like a warm blanket.
when he speaks, finally, she leans closer, pressing a kiss to his jaw.]
Oh, I'm always happy to see you. You can come again whenever you'd like. [wink
but when he's decently cleaned up, she leans back and starts to shimmy out of the harness, putting it aside. she seems content with this, like she's gonna just lay down next to him and cuddle him after all that.]
[ giggles are good, actually, and get a little bit of a brightness to that affection. he just really likes lup - likes spending time with her, likes her sense of humor. he doesn’t need to be banged into a mattress to feel that way (though admittedly, it is a bonus.) he picks up on that sense of wistfulness and tucks it away for the moment, too.
as she settles, he takes that time to compose himself further. lup cuddling up to him does remind him, though, and he manages to try and get all of his sleep heavy limbs in the correct order - emotionally, he feels loose and relaxed and clumsy, but he doesn’t look it at all as he lifts a hand to run it absently through the warm lava of her hair, letting it drip through his fingers lazily, but turning his head to peer up at her through his dark eyelashes. ]
And you, darling? [ the question is quiet, not so flirtatious or silly, but genuine. he’d hate to leave her hanging, after all. ]
You don't have to do anything for me. That was all for you.
[she murmurs, tilting her head into the touch he's giving her. there's a shivery thread of want that curls through her, but she's reluctant to pull him out of the sleepy mood he's in. she wants him to... have this. to have peace. there's that wistfulness again, and then something sort of sad, almost. and then she pushes that aside, dragging her hand up his abdomen, his stomach, before resting it on his chest.]
[ see, here's the thing. firstly, emotion share means he can feel the low thread of lup's want, even through the easy haze of being well and truly fucked out. it is impossible to miss, the way it's looped in with that sense of wistfulness, too. ( lup has been acting a little strange, this week, and it's not like gu yun hasn't picked up on it. it's not like... he thinks he knows what it might be, but he's been refusing to connect to it. just a little longer. just a little bit longer, of their peach blossom spring. )
secondly, gu yun is unbelievably bad at relaxing. this is a well known fact. he is the type of person ready to work himself into his grave, and being in an indulgent fuck station has not changed that about him. and thirdly...
...thirdly, he's a little gremlin who ultimately, even blissfully at peace, cannot resist the chance for a job well done. he takes that hand as it comes up his chest, muscles still feeling vaguely gooey and loose, and pulls it up to his mouth, laying a kiss on her knuckles. ]
Don't have to? I've never felt beholden to doing much of anything I didn't want.
[ his expression is, so soft - amused, a little, like always, his peach blossom eyes bright and crinkling at the corners. for once, he's just open, his emotions radiating content and warmth and a little mischief, but it's all on his face, too. ]
Not sure how much I can move at the moment, but I have always loved [ being stubborn ] a bit of a challenge.
[well, she really just wants to kiss that face. so she does, leaning up to meet his warmth and content with some of her own. her fingers curl, just a little, into his chest, into his skin, and then - he pulls it up to his lips, and her eyes go dark again.]
Well. Far be it from me to deny you a challenge, Zixi. [tease, tease.]
[ cute. he smiles at her as the kiss breaks, even as he’s being teased, and leans in to steal an easy, lazy peck. he’s made lup do a lot of work today, and that is going to have to continue a little, probably, but that’s fine. ]
I like to think I’m quite good at rising to them. [ haha get it
bad. give him a second here as he thinks, settling with her hand still loosely in his, watching her eyes go dark. hmmm.... ] I think I’ve got an idea. Come here.
[ one of the benefits of being in this bizarre murder fuck station is that you hear a lot of filthy gossip. or, if you’re like gu yun, you do your research, both of the plot kind and of the sexy kin, so that no one suspects you of being the giant baby that you are. so! he shifts to lay back again, comfortable, and then pats near his collar.
sometimes you just get pegged and then tell your basically girlfriend to sit on your face? sometimes you are a bottom. ]
well, she can't hide the absolute thrill that rolls through her when he pats his collarbone. it's hot and heavy and insistent, and her breath catches at the idea. in an attempt to not look too eager, lup shifts to sit up first and stretch, ear flicking absently, but with emotionshare on, he's absolutely going to know about the flood of heat and desire that she feels when she thinks about him getting his mouth on her.
she doesn't ask if he's sure. he suggested it, and she's too horny to resist, so she swings her leg over him and shifts until she's sitting close, doing her best to not put her full weight on him as she leans against his chest.
her eyes are completely dark, and she bites her bottom lip a little when she looks down at him.]
Put me where you want me. [she murmurs, voice low and hot.]
[ this is another one of those gu yun has absolutely zero idea what he's doing but he's gonna wing it until it works situations, which he is unfortunately very good at, so! he's still at least a little too unfocused to catch up on her attempt to be very cool, and that sudden wash of arousal that comes out of her emotion is a fantastic distraction. (he does, however, notice the ear flick; there's a little twinge of affection that comes through on his end for it, that he can't help, because he's soft.)
lup's as light as a feather, and the sight of her even from this angle is incredible. the glow of the cracks of lava, the way he can feel the heat coming off of her just from where she's settled, and the look on her face is a marvel. his hands come up, feeling until he's touching the back of her thighs, and he slides his hands up her body, calloused fingers spread wide open just for the sensation. there's a little spark of thrill for him, too, partially for the challenge and partially just because lup's hot, literally and metaphorically? and that carries over the emotion share no problem. he shifts where he's settled for a second, pushing his sweaty hair off of the back of his neck and off to the side so it won't get pulled too hard if they get a little rowdy (gu yun has a feeling this is going to get rowdy) and his mouth falls into a familiar, roguish, dirty grin. ]
Don't hold back on my account. I'll pull you off, if I need to.
[ because he is absolutely strong enough to do so from this angle, and his fingers squeeze a little into the soft give of flesh just to prove it.
but. okay! once again. he has no idea what he's doing here - the act itself is not unfamiliar by a long shot after six weeks in the station, just the positioning - but he's smart enough to put two and two together. so! he moves his hands up to her hips and pulls up, just this shy of manhandling, slow and easy, and then down to bring the heat of her body down to his mouth. ]
[gu yun knows this about her already, but she's noisy.
and before, she'd kept herself mostly quietly in favor of watching him fall apart, on purpose. her favorite thing in the world is when she manages to work him up enough to loosen his tongue, especially because she's so liberal with her own sound. but he gets his hands on her, sliding calloused hands up her body, over the lines she hates so much, and she can't help but let her head fall back a little with a whimper. his mouth is going to be occupied! she can make as much noise as she wants. and honestly, she'd settled down just a little when he'd finished, but it's like throwing logs on a dying fire - she's right back to a raging heat, shivering at the touch he gives her. he's right to push his hair back, because she absolutely will be pulling it at some point.
for now, though, her lines flicker and pulse, and her breath catches when he just about manhandles her. a little thrill of yes shivers through her. she likes being grabbed and pushed around, honestly.
and when he finally gets his mouth on her, she shudder-gasps, hips twitching as she attempts to not just immediately grind down against him. it - might not take long, honestly, and he'll be able to tell. if he can't by the way she's completely soaked, he'll feel the tension in her, the ache across the emotionshare, needy and desperate.]
[ he sure does know she's loud, yeah! he learned that one the first week he was here, when law came back on a sunday evening and gave him the most exhausted look in the entire world the next day. oops. and it's nice to be able to actually enjoy it, now that the issue of his medicine has been taken care of, at least temporarily. sure, these sorts of experiences can be, ah, intense when he doesn't have access to his senses (thank you, molly, thank you, lup) but he does like knowing the results of his handiwork. having a loud partner is and has been since they got here a turn on for him, too.
so! that means, as usual, he has to make sure he does the best job possible to get all of that pulled out of lup. it's only fair, and he's super into it, so it's a win for them both. if she meets his eyes at all, she'll find them similarly darkening, both from the absolute roar of lup's want and from his own enjoyment, though his body's probably gonna give up the ghost on anything after this besides a really long nap. he can feel the that thrill, can feel the way her breath catches, and his mouth curls up into something dangerous when he pulls her down.
the initial reaction is perfect, and every one of his working senses is filled up with lup. the heat of her body, the weight of her pressing gently down onto him, the smell and taste of her, soaking wet and wanting. by now this is an act he's gotten pretty good at, and gu yun lets the grind of lup's hips do the work, tongue curling easily inside of her as he just lets her overwhelm him, in hopes of overwhelming her in return. his hands flex and then squeeze tight at her hips, then come down, grabbing her ass and using that as the leverage to make sure they can move in tandem, and lup can find whatever she wants and take it. it's all hers. ]
[a really long nap is ideal, after this. she's actually a little tired - turns out actually fucking someone is a lot of work when you're used to being the one penetrated. she's just glad she had the stamina to get him there - and now, having to hold herself up is going to be a struggle here, especially when his tongue gets involved.
he pulls her forward, and the breath is knocked out of her, coming out as a hiccuping exhale and ending as a trembling moan, her hand slamming forward into the mattress. she rucks the sheets up under her fingers, grasping at it tightly. her other hand slides up to curl into gu yun's hair, but she's not rough, there. she's gentle, tangling her fingers through the silky strands just so she can guide him where she wants him, if she needs to. she doesn't really anticipate the need, once his hands find her ass and keeps her pulled forward.
he offers her the chance to take, and she does, but - maybe a little hesitantly. she rocks her hips against his mouth, minutely, just enough to find a rhythm, and she watches - if his eyes open at any point he'll catch her gaze on his work, mouth open in a harsh pant, eyes half-lidded and fluttering closed involuntarily at a particularly good angle of his tongue slick and hot against her. the muscles in her stomach tense and shiver with every pulse of pleasure she feels, thighs trembling on either side of his head. she's holding back, poorly, even though he said to go for it.]
[ well, okay. he doesn't even need emotion share at this point, because lup's body does all the talking for her. the hand in his hair is grounding, and he focuses in on the way she absolutely trembles when she comes forward, on the way her muscles move, because he can feel it pressed up against him, can feel the way the warmth of her walls tighten against his mouth. the sight of her's gorgeous, from where he can just see enough, and he keeps his hands tight on her while she moves.
but, surprisingly, it's a little less than expected. she's being polite, which is... kind of charming, because he absolutely remembers a few weeks ago when they were both impacted by a couple of extra aspects and he got her to beg for the exact chance to let go? so that she's holding back here is almost a little bit cute. polite. but, he'd fully prepared himself for the complete opposite, and after a few moments of that tiny, almost hesitant rock of her hips, he figures, fuck it.
two things happen; the first is he pushes up a little bit to pull her hips back and off of him, just a second, so he can take a breath. it's not long lasting, because he pretty quickly pulls her right back to his mouth and gets back to work, pushing the tip of his tongue against her for a little more pressure.
the second thing, is, well. the hand on her hip pulls back, and gu yun gives her a smack on the ass. not too hard, but definitely a cmon, and if she glances down and they make eye contact, she'll see him raise an eyebrow. do it, coward! what a bastard. ]
[when he pulls back, she actually makes a protesting sound, opening her eyes to look down at him, but - nearly immediately he's right back against her and the noise she makes is like the wind getting knocked out of her. instinctively she rocks down against his mouth, forgetting herself, but it turns out she doesn't have to worry.
he slaps her ass and she squeaks, startled - definitely not not into that, judging by the thrill of heat that spirals through her when he does it. and she does, in fact meet his gaze. sees that raised eyebrow, and huffs. brat. but if he's gonna be like that, well. she's not going to be nice.
this time, when she picks up again, she's rougher. she grinds down against his tongue, fingers sliding through his hair, gripping and angling him exactly how she wants him. do it, coward, he taunts, and she will, she'll take everything she wants, the sensation of his tongue inside her, her knees spreading a bit to get a better rhythm, better leverage. the lines across her body flicker and pulse, almost matching the swell of hot pleasure building up low.
she whimpers, head falling back, chest heaving with every roll forward, and she makes a sort of desperate grab for one of his hands, clutching it and bringing it to her chest, holding it there. she very quickly loses all of her composure, gasping little h-haahhs and moans to the ceiling as she unsteadily grinds against his mouth and chin and tongue, the pressure right before a breaking point. she just needs - she doesn't know, just a little more, her whole body tight and tense, her emotions wildly out of whack with desire.]
[ hm gonna put that away for later when lup is not literally sitting on his face
the startling is cute - she'll feel a flicker of his genuine gremlin amusement at the reaction, at the huff, and the thrill that comes through him, too. one of his favorite things about lup is that she always rises to the challenge. she always makes things fun, always is willing to up the ante with him, because their mutual gremlin is truly unparalleled. yeah, maybe he is a little bit of a brat!
when lup gets settled again, that's a little bit more what he was expecting. lup's never been shy about what she wants, and he's not gonna let her hesitate now. the hands in his hair feel pretty good, leave pings of pleasure across his own emotions when she tugs and it sends a tingle down his spine. (in some ways, this is what he's used to. less worry about his own comfort, more attention on others - not that he's particularly uncomfortable at the moment, but still.) it is so, so hot buried between her legs like this, but the deep breath he took makes it easy to keep up with lup's much rougher, much harder pace. he takes the taste of her with ease, curling his tongue when she grinds into him, just letting her body guide the motions and take whatever she wants. it's hers to have. he can't see as well, now, as she gets better leverage, but gu yun's senses are fine tuned, and the sound of her is so, so sweet. he notices everything, notices the way she trembles and which way her hips twitch, notices how her breath catches and repeats the motions that make it do so, the best he can.
when she takes his hand, he gives it over with no hesitance, turning his fingers in her grasp to squeeze her palm back when she grips at his hand. his other arm comes up to wrap around her thigh, anchoring, hand digging into the skin there. he's not touching lava cracks, almost immediately just finding marks of regular, tan skin and anchoring himself there - his grip is hard and his nails bite into the flesh, a little bit, a place where he can get leverage. it's all he can really do, too, currently a little overwhelmed by the combination of physical sensations and emotional linking ones, but he holds on tight and tilts his chin up when she lifts even a second, enough to move his head with the roll of her hips, to try and see if he can put in enough of the work to send lup spilling over the edge. ]
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her eyes roam greedily over him under her. there's something about watching him writhe that sends sparks of heat down her spine. she can feel it. both physically, in the way he's twitching for more, and emotionally, the desperation for something harder making her eager to please. but it's the noises that get her the most. it's the low noises that have her losing her mind a little, and she chases them, pressing him down into the mattress.]
Stop. Don't muffle yourself. [she orders, voice low and heated. she grabs for the hand that's covering his mouth and wrenches it up - not enough to hurt him, but enough to pin it to the bed above his head. she twines their fingers together, and picks up her pace. just a little faster, and harder, watching his face with an almost hungry sort of expression. she's rougher now, shifting to draw his leg high around her hip to drive into him deeper, looking for the friction that'll make his eyes roll back.
she's almost curious - wants to see how close she can get him without touching him. he's done it for her a few times - she just wants to repair the favor.]
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you know who might be a little bit into that right now in this situation? also gu yun! wow. sometimes you learn things about yourself. it's probably the context - it's probably just the fact that it's lup. the tone of her voice goes right down his spine like a shot and reflexively, like the well trained soldier he is, he listens, because a noise comes out of his mouth almost immediately. there's nothing painful about having his hand pulled up, and he makes a noise, instead, grabbing her hand tight (that's out of reflex, too, a fight or flight instinct that's almost permanently broken on "fight"). it gives him something to hold onto, too, while lup's fucking him into this mattress and it's driving him absolutely crazy. every place their bodies are pressed together is another hit of sensation and electricity, from the disjointed feeling of their emotions whirling together, and he squeezes tight enough to leave marks from his nails, mouth dropping open as he's left gasping.
lup says don't muffle yourself, and it's not so easy to just stop, but the faster, harder pace starts to coax the noises out of him again. if she's really looking, he's a sight to see; the flush on his cheeks has splotched down to his chest in patches, his dark hair is a disaster all over the pillows and sheets, pinned underneath him and sticking to his skin like fine silk where it's exposed, and he's still halfway in the parts of the suit she left on him, though that's an utter mess, too. lup's almost hunger resonates through him, and there's an angle where she pulls up on his (surprisingly flexible? this is going to hurt his back so badly later) leg and thrusts in and he ends up smacking his fist against the covers, making an almost desperate, loud noise, hips jerking up into hers.
she's so close to him he can almost, almost get a little friction on his neglected front, but it's just not enough. he tilts his head up again, body responsive, wanting, his calf clinging around her back as if to pull her in for more. gu yun won't ever beg - he's just too damn prideful for some things - but this rougher treatment that's blowing his mind but not quite enough to let him come - that might get him kind of close to it. ]
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she's absolutely looking, leaning over him. her hair isn't as wild as his - it's liquid, almost, the lava-silk nature of it making it just drip off her shoulders. but she's fascinated by the way his looks, spread messily over the sheets, and that hunger sticks. curls bright and needy in her chest and further down, makes her hips grind up against his when she's pressed fully inside of him. those are the thrusts that get her whimpering, just a little, biting her lip - those are the thrusts that he digs his nails into her skin with, that make her pulse speed up. feeling his arousal mixed with hers, with the crest she's building him up to, has her whole body trembling, the cracks in her skin glowing bright. he's a goddamn sight, half dressed in the suit she's so very fond of, lost in sensation.
he won't beg, but she kind of wants to make him. he might feel that, the pulse of possessiveness, that almost scientific curiosity. how far she can push, how much she can coax out of him. the noises are enough to have her trying to get some sort of friction, and when his hand slaps against the covers, she shudders, eyes going dark. he's desperate, and so is she.]
Ask. [she murmurs, testing her luck.] Ask me to touch you.
[and she punctuates that with a rough rock forward, right at that same angle he'd cried out at.]
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that possessive want is like a sunburst going off, too: it mixes with gu yun’s emotions, unleashed like a torrent in this moment of vulnerability. there’s a little bit of challenging, bratty “I’d like to see you try” that’s much more normal for his cocksure attitude, the kind of back and forth he lives for, but it’s a flicker against the absolute wall of pleasure he feels when lup slams her hips into his like that. he almost shouts, unable to stop himself this time, white knuckling the sheets. that heat has been building, building building, and he is so close -
his hips arcs off of the bed, and he doesn’t beg or plead, but there’s that desperation and delicious frustration that bleeds into his — ] Lup —!
[ so maybe it’s not a beg. but his emotions sure give it off, the need nearly palpable, as he writhes and arches and asks in every way except for with his words. ]
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she lets go of his hand, but only so she can shift back, so she can position herself at an steady, rough pace, pulling him up into her lap and holding his hip with one hand. the other wraps around the length of him and strokes in time with her rolling hips, pressing deep inside him with every move. the way he gasped her name almost echoes in her head as she watches him, teeth digging into her bottom lip to keep herself quiet, to hear his noise. he looks so good, is the thing, she could get used to this. she could get used to seeing him arch up against her like this, desperate for her. it's intoxicating, but she doesn't linger on the thought. instead, she digs her twitching fingers into the meat of his hip, his thigh, and twists her wrist on the upstroke, mouth open in a soft pant.]
Zixi. [she breathes out, and her emotions shiver, her whole being wants him.] Come on, baobei.
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yea but consider: pegging
she might feel it physically more than emotionally, the way that for just a tender second, when lup lets go of his hand, his fingers twitch like he wants to reach after her for it. you never really realize that you're touch starved until you've had it, and suddenly, your body craves it like it craves air. intimacy beyond the sexual has become just as necessary here, less indulgent and more wanted, but he'll never admit to it, and thankfully, in the throes of a moment like this, he doesn't have to.
being pulled up like that changes up the angle at the same time she pushes in harder, the snap of their hips together a heady rush of sensation that has him tossing his head back, back arching up into a bow as if he can just try and get more. he's never loud, not normally, but with the combined impact of her own arousal mixed up with his own, to the point that they're almost impossibly twined together, gu yun makes another breathless, low noise that rumbles through his chest. it almost sounds like a laugh, a little hysterical, a little thank whatever deity finally, breaking off into another lup, and then softer, staccatto ah, ahs in time with each of lup's strokes. when she gets her hand on him it is almost enough to send his eyes rolling back- the muscles in his thighs twitch against her fingertips, and despite the noise and the buildup up to this point, the desperate drive towards a finish, he still catches the request, catches the word as sweet as can be in liangese and something pathetic and happy flutters in his chest at the sound --
and then lup's wrist twists and that pressure just snaps. when he comes, unlike before, it's silent -- mouth open, eyes shut, body arching up into lup's, because it feels for a second like all of his senses just black out in the best way possible, the only way he ever wants them to, and all the heat in the room feels like it reaches a single point, right here. gu yun shudders and twitches and moves and makes an excellent mess of his front and the remains of this shirt, and that hand on the bed in its blind seeking of pleasure comes up and catches at her shoulder and holds there, fingers burying into flesh, nails digging what would be scratch marks into her skin as he rides it out. ]
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but oh - oh, is he pretty like this. oh, he's a sight, and the heat she feels is intense, overwhelming. she practically aches with how turned on she is, biting her bottom lip so hard she nearly draws blood. her hair falls in her face, covering half of it as she watches him gasp his little noises at the ceiling, and she's far too distracted, far too into him to push it out of her face. so instead she watches him tremble, she watches him through hooded eyes, grinding her hips up against his in search of any sort of friction, letting out breathless moans of her own to match his when she finds it. she won't get off this way, but it doesn't matter. this is about him. this is about watching him let go of his control and be rewarded for it, hot and heavy and rough.
and then there's that snap. and she watches, she greedily takes in the way that the pleasure overtakes him, grinding deep. just for a second, though, before she keeps moving, works him through every single pulse, stroking him until he's oversensitive, until he's squirming.
there's something extremely satisfied in her that roils and curls, watching him come. like the cat that got the cream. wrecked, she thinks, pleased, and she stays where she is to watch him come down. the arch of his back, the twitch of his muscles - it's practically art. the fingers in her shoulder almost make her growl, low, and she leans into it, lets him grab at whatever he wants.
and - because she's in an extra filthy mood, she absently licks her fingers clean without pulling out of him quite yet, humming.]
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lup just keeps going - after the starbursts go off behind his eyelids and he's left vaguely dazed, each little push forward hot and wanting until it's almost too much. his hips buck up into her touch until the end, when the expression on his face pinches a little and he shivers, the motion involuntary, squirming underneath lup's fingers while she's living her best life, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. he can feel that pleased satisfaction mixing in with it, too, how clearly thrilled lup is with herself, but also, right now, it is really hard to feel embarrassed by it. some part of him is unbelievably into that growl in a distant kind of way, too, a thing to consider when he's not like completely fucked out. much like the fact that he's pretty sure lup probably didn't get off yet, which is something he needs to consider a lot sooner when his brain functions come back online.
after a long moment, gu yun takes a deep breath and his eyes flutter back open, pulling himself back into the stratosphere. it's funny - it feels a little like his eyes are wet at the corners, an extremely unusual sensation for gu yun who hasn't cried since he was a five year old. he doesn't say anything yet, just managing to gets his wits about him gathered enough to actually watch lup, right in time for her to just - lick her fingers clean, yeah. he'd lifted his head about an inch off of the pillows - gu yun drops it back with a thump, immediately, and mutters a liangese swear that's roughly the equivalent of "jesus christ". this woman is going to be the death of him.
(at least, in all of the best ways, anyway.) ]
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she brings her hand back down, gently stroking her fingers along his inner thighs, sliding down to where she's still seated. very carefully, she starts to pull out of him, easing him down. her eyes are still dark, and she's shivery, hot to the touch, but more than anything - she's affectionate. she can feel how relaxed he is, both physically and emotionally. and after everything - for... everything, that will happen, that will have to happen, it's just... it's nice. a pause, once she's slipped out of him entirely, and then she leans forward, hovering over him, still between his legs. lup presses a kiss to the corner of his eye, to where the wetness is.
and then she leans back to grabs her robes, reaching into the sleeves. she pulls out - a warm washcloth! thank god for her hammerspace robes. they're the best.
with that same sort of affection, she cleans him up where she can. and yes, she's still wearing the harness, which means she ends up giggling a little whenever the dildo ends up brushing against him. look, sure, she just pegged him to within an inch of his life, but dicks are still funny.]
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lup can do whatever she wants, he decides, and settles, instead. he’s hypersensitive to touch even when he hasn’t just come ridiculously hard, and his lashes flutter as she runs the cloth over his skin, taking in a measured, calm breath as he tries to sort out the last of his composure. for a few breaths, it’s peacefully quiet, occasionally interspersed with lup’s giggles.
after like the third time of this, he quips, voice more gravelly than usual but as dry as ever: ] Happy to see me again already, are you? What an impressive comeback time.
[ dicks are kind of funny yeah. she’ll feel the wash of his affection from that, too, as he opens an eye to look at her, vision blissfully and recently clear. ]
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it's a weird sensation, feeling his loose and easy emotions amidst the insistent heat curled in her gut. she thinks she likes it, though. she definitely likes the floating sensation, likes watching him breathe out the tension. there's a little - weird emotion, in her. for just a moment. something longing, maybe. something wistful with affection, her hair pooling liquid over her shoulder. and just for that second, the red around her eyes almost seems to recede as she looks at him, as his affection hits her like a warm blanket.
when he speaks, finally, she leans closer, pressing a kiss to his jaw.]
Oh, I'm always happy to see you. You can come again whenever you'd like. [wink
but when he's decently cleaned up, she leans back and starts to shimmy out of the harness, putting it aside. she seems content with this, like she's gonna just lay down next to him and cuddle him after all that.]
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as she settles, he takes that time to compose himself further. lup cuddling up to him does remind him, though, and he manages to try and get all of his sleep heavy limbs in the correct order - emotionally, he feels loose and relaxed and clumsy, but he doesn’t look it at all as he lifts a hand to run it absently through the warm lava of her hair, letting it drip through his fingers lazily, but turning his head to peer up at her through his dark eyelashes. ]
And you, darling? [ the question is quiet, not so flirtatious or silly, but genuine. he’d hate to leave her hanging, after all. ]
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[she murmurs, tilting her head into the touch he's giving her. there's a shivery thread of want that curls through her, but she's reluctant to pull him out of the sleepy mood he's in. she wants him to... have this. to have peace. there's that wistfulness again, and then something sort of sad, almost. and then she pushes that aside, dragging her hand up his abdomen, his stomach, before resting it on his chest.]
Go to sleep. I'll take care of myself later.
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secondly, gu yun is unbelievably bad at relaxing. this is a well known fact. he is the type of person ready to work himself into his grave, and being in an indulgent fuck station has not changed that about him. and thirdly...
...thirdly, he's a little gremlin who ultimately, even blissfully at peace, cannot resist the chance for a job well done. he takes that hand as it comes up his chest, muscles still feeling vaguely gooey and loose, and pulls it up to his mouth, laying a kiss on her knuckles. ]
Don't have to? I've never felt beholden to doing much of anything I didn't want.
[ his expression is, so soft - amused, a little, like always, his peach blossom eyes bright and crinkling at the corners. for once, he's just open, his emotions radiating content and warmth and a little mischief, but it's all on his face, too. ]
Not sure how much I can move at the moment, but I have always loved [ being stubborn ] a bit of a challenge.
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Well. Far be it from me to deny you a challenge, Zixi. [tease, tease.]
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I like to think I’m quite good at rising to them. [ haha get it
bad. give him a second here as he thinks, settling with her hand still loosely in his, watching her eyes go dark. hmmm.... ] I think I’ve got an idea. Come here.
[ one of the benefits of being in this bizarre murder fuck station is that you hear a lot of filthy gossip. or, if you’re like gu yun, you do your research, both of the plot kind and of the sexy kin, so that no one suspects you of being the giant baby that you are. so! he shifts to lay back again, comfortable, and then pats near his collar.
sometimes you just get pegged and then tell your basically girlfriend to sit on your face? sometimes you are a bottom. ]
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well, she can't hide the absolute thrill that rolls through her when he pats his collarbone. it's hot and heavy and insistent, and her breath catches at the idea. in an attempt to not look too eager, lup shifts to sit up first and stretch, ear flicking absently, but with emotionshare on, he's absolutely going to know about the flood of heat and desire that she feels when she thinks about him getting his mouth on her.
she doesn't ask if he's sure. he suggested it, and she's too horny to resist, so she swings her leg over him and shifts until she's sitting close, doing her best to not put her full weight on him as she leans against his chest.
her eyes are completely dark, and she bites her bottom lip a little when she looks down at him.]
Put me where you want me. [she murmurs, voice low and hot.]
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lup's as light as a feather, and the sight of her even from this angle is incredible. the glow of the cracks of lava, the way he can feel the heat coming off of her just from where she's settled, and the look on her face is a marvel. his hands come up, feeling until he's touching the back of her thighs, and he slides his hands up her body, calloused fingers spread wide open just for the sensation. there's a little spark of thrill for him, too, partially for the challenge and partially just because lup's hot, literally and metaphorically? and that carries over the emotion share no problem. he shifts where he's settled for a second, pushing his sweaty hair off of the back of his neck and off to the side so it won't get pulled too hard if they get a little rowdy (gu yun has a feeling this is going to get rowdy) and his mouth falls into a familiar, roguish, dirty grin. ]
Don't hold back on my account. I'll pull you off, if I need to.
[ because he is absolutely strong enough to do so from this angle, and his fingers squeeze a little into the soft give of flesh just to prove it.
but. okay! once again. he has no idea what he's doing here - the act itself is not unfamiliar by a long shot after six weeks in the station, just the positioning - but he's smart enough to put two and two together. so! he moves his hands up to her hips and pulls up, just this shy of manhandling, slow and easy, and then down to bring the heat of her body down to his mouth. ]
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and before, she'd kept herself mostly quietly in favor of watching him fall apart, on purpose. her favorite thing in the world is when she manages to work him up enough to loosen his tongue, especially because she's so liberal with her own sound. but he gets his hands on her, sliding calloused hands up her body, over the lines she hates so much, and she can't help but let her head fall back a little with a whimper. his mouth is going to be occupied! she can make as much noise as she wants. and honestly, she'd settled down just a little when he'd finished, but it's like throwing logs on a dying fire - she's right back to a raging heat, shivering at the touch he gives her. he's right to push his hair back, because she absolutely will be pulling it at some point.
for now, though, her lines flicker and pulse, and her breath catches when he just about manhandles her. a little thrill of yes shivers through her. she likes being grabbed and pushed around, honestly.
and when he finally gets his mouth on her, she shudder-gasps, hips twitching as she attempts to not just immediately grind down against him. it - might not take long, honestly, and he'll be able to tell. if he can't by the way she's completely soaked, he'll feel the tension in her, the ache across the emotionshare, needy and desperate.]
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so! that means, as usual, he has to make sure he does the best job possible to get all of that pulled out of lup. it's only fair, and he's super into it, so it's a win for them both. if she meets his eyes at all, she'll find them similarly darkening, both from the absolute roar of lup's want and from his own enjoyment, though his body's probably gonna give up the ghost on anything after this besides a really long nap. he can feel the that thrill, can feel the way her breath catches, and his mouth curls up into something dangerous when he pulls her down.
the initial reaction is perfect, and every one of his working senses is filled up with lup. the heat of her body, the weight of her pressing gently down onto him, the smell and taste of her, soaking wet and wanting. by now this is an act he's gotten pretty good at, and gu yun lets the grind of lup's hips do the work, tongue curling easily inside of her as he just lets her overwhelm him, in hopes of overwhelming her in return. his hands flex and then squeeze tight at her hips, then come down, grabbing her ass and using that as the leverage to make sure they can move in tandem, and lup can find whatever she wants and take it. it's all hers. ]
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he pulls her forward, and the breath is knocked out of her, coming out as a hiccuping exhale and ending as a trembling moan, her hand slamming forward into the mattress. she rucks the sheets up under her fingers, grasping at it tightly. her other hand slides up to curl into gu yun's hair, but she's not rough, there. she's gentle, tangling her fingers through the silky strands just so she can guide him where she wants him, if she needs to. she doesn't really anticipate the need, once his hands find her ass and keeps her pulled forward.
he offers her the chance to take, and she does, but - maybe a little hesitantly. she rocks her hips against his mouth, minutely, just enough to find a rhythm, and she watches - if his eyes open at any point he'll catch her gaze on his work, mouth open in a harsh pant, eyes half-lidded and fluttering closed involuntarily at a particularly good angle of his tongue slick and hot against her. the muscles in her stomach tense and shiver with every pulse of pleasure she feels, thighs trembling on either side of his head. she's holding back, poorly, even though he said to go for it.]
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but, surprisingly, it's a little less than expected. she's being polite, which is... kind of charming, because he absolutely remembers a few weeks ago when they were both impacted by a couple of extra aspects and he got her to beg for the exact chance to let go? so that she's holding back here is almost a little bit cute. polite. but, he'd fully prepared himself for the complete opposite, and after a few moments of that tiny, almost hesitant rock of her hips, he figures, fuck it.
two things happen; the first is he pushes up a little bit to pull her hips back and off of him, just a second, so he can take a breath. it's not long lasting, because he pretty quickly pulls her right back to his mouth and gets back to work, pushing the tip of his tongue against her for a little more pressure.
the second thing, is, well. the hand on her hip pulls back, and gu yun gives her a smack on the ass. not too hard, but definitely a cmon, and if she glances down and they make eye contact, she'll see him raise an eyebrow. do it, coward! what a bastard. ]
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he slaps her ass and she squeaks, startled - definitely not not into that, judging by the thrill of heat that spirals through her when he does it. and she does, in fact meet his gaze. sees that raised eyebrow, and huffs. brat. but if he's gonna be like that, well. she's not going to be nice.
this time, when she picks up again, she's rougher. she grinds down against his tongue, fingers sliding through his hair, gripping and angling him exactly how she wants him. do it, coward, he taunts, and she will, she'll take everything she wants, the sensation of his tongue inside her, her knees spreading a bit to get a better rhythm, better leverage. the lines across her body flicker and pulse, almost matching the swell of hot pleasure building up low.
she whimpers, head falling back, chest heaving with every roll forward, and she makes a sort of desperate grab for one of his hands, clutching it and bringing it to her chest, holding it there. she very quickly loses all of her composure, gasping little h-haahhs and moans to the ceiling as she unsteadily grinds against his mouth and chin and tongue, the pressure right before a breaking point. she just needs - she doesn't know, just a little more, her whole body tight and tense, her emotions wildly out of whack with desire.]
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the startling is cute - she'll feel a flicker of his genuine gremlin amusement at the reaction, at the huff, and the thrill that comes through him, too. one of his favorite things about lup is that she always rises to the challenge. she always makes things fun, always is willing to up the ante with him, because their mutual gremlin is truly unparalleled. yeah, maybe he is a little bit of a brat!
when lup gets settled again, that's a little bit more what he was expecting. lup's never been shy about what she wants, and he's not gonna let her hesitate now. the hands in his hair feel pretty good, leave pings of pleasure across his own emotions when she tugs and it sends a tingle down his spine. (in some ways, this is what he's used to. less worry about his own comfort, more attention on others - not that he's particularly uncomfortable at the moment, but still.) it is so, so hot buried between her legs like this, but the deep breath he took makes it easy to keep up with lup's much rougher, much harder pace. he takes the taste of her with ease, curling his tongue when she grinds into him, just letting her body guide the motions and take whatever she wants. it's hers to have. he can't see as well, now, as she gets better leverage, but gu yun's senses are fine tuned, and the sound of her is so, so sweet. he notices everything, notices the way she trembles and which way her hips twitch, notices how her breath catches and repeats the motions that make it do so, the best he can.
when she takes his hand, he gives it over with no hesitance, turning his fingers in her grasp to squeeze her palm back when she grips at his hand. his other arm comes up to wrap around her thigh, anchoring, hand digging into the skin there. he's not touching lava cracks, almost immediately just finding marks of regular, tan skin and anchoring himself there - his grip is hard and his nails bite into the flesh, a little bit, a place where he can get leverage. it's all he can really do, too, currently a little overwhelmed by the combination of physical sensations and emotional linking ones, but he holds on tight and tilts his chin up when she lifts even a second, enough to move his head with the roll of her hips, to try and see if he can put in enough of the work to send lup spilling over the edge. ]