[ Jing Yuan certainly knows how to make a body sing with desire, but at his core he has always been someone who tended towards sentimental, who never would wish anyone he cared for deeply to think that he would be doing something like this without thought. Even in the presence of unequivocal desire, he will never shy away from the person that he is, from the feelings that reside deep within him, that he thinks he gives more and more with each and every passing second.
In this intense brush of an entangled, mutual dance with each other's lips against one another, Jing Yuan feels the movement from Solomon, when those fingers eventually find his hair and pull at it — at him enough that he feels delighted. It is kind of difficult to smile like this, but if he could manage it in its entirely, Jing Yuan certainly would. So he doesn't resist the tug, not at all.
The nonverbal ask — no, demand — to bid for him to come hither still is received loud and clear.
But then, above all, is the audacity in which Solomon for certain goads him silently on — by action alone with such talented tongue. Perhaps by such action that would certainly cause lesser men to lose their senses — though Jing Yuan pridefully keeps his head clear. Enough that following after the man dares to trace that tongue ever-so-teasingly — but with no further step forward — Jing Yuan lets himself nip softly at Solomon's lower lip.
Still, he dares not resist the invitation, already tempted enough to take that plunge, allowing his own tongue to slip past that opening as he tilts his head, shifting one hand to rest more firmly against Solomon's back as he surges forward. As he presses firmer, heated and passionately to bring the other man too deeper into this moment, so that their tongues meet, and far more than for a brief moment. He has no intentions of making it so fleeting; he has every intention of making it that these feelings stoked ever so deeply are overflowing in their heat. In an expression of desire of its own that seeks to rise in intensity gradually rather than selfishly without thought.
...And perhaps Solomon may believe himself a demon. But if that is true, would this heated moment upon which they great one another be a potential moment for which they both are able to mutually make way towards their salvation? He can feel his own heart race, and with them pressed so close, Jing Yuan feels himself simultaneously sink further into Solomon, but also give to him more. More and more than simply take.
His fingers settled onto the clothing of the other male's back grip harder, and by this time it is no surprise that they are practically unapologetically pressed against each other, one hand still on one of Solomon's hips, gripping firmly where it lies.
This, should make it stark clear what kind of hunger exists within his heart. ]
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In this intense brush of an entangled, mutual dance with each other's lips against one another, Jing Yuan feels the movement from Solomon, when those fingers eventually find his hair and pull at it — at him enough that he feels delighted. It is kind of difficult to smile like this, but if he could manage it in its entirely, Jing Yuan certainly would. So he doesn't resist the tug, not at all.
The nonverbal ask — no, demand — to bid for him to come hither still is received loud and clear.
But then, above all, is the audacity in which Solomon for certain goads him silently on — by action alone with such talented tongue. Perhaps by such action that would certainly cause lesser men to lose their senses — though Jing Yuan pridefully keeps his head clear. Enough that following after the man dares to trace that tongue ever-so-teasingly — but with no further step forward — Jing Yuan lets himself nip softly at Solomon's lower lip.
Still, he dares not resist the invitation, already tempted enough to take that plunge, allowing his own tongue to slip past that opening as he tilts his head, shifting one hand to rest more firmly against Solomon's back as he surges forward. As he presses firmer, heated and passionately to bring the other man too deeper into this moment, so that their tongues meet, and far more than for a brief moment. He has no intentions of making it so fleeting; he has every intention of making it that these feelings stoked ever so deeply are overflowing in their heat. In an expression of desire of its own that seeks to rise in intensity gradually rather than selfishly without thought.
...And perhaps Solomon may believe himself a demon. But if that is true, would this heated moment upon which they great one another be a potential moment for which they both are able to mutually make way towards their salvation? He can feel his own heart race, and with them pressed so close, Jing Yuan feels himself simultaneously sink further into Solomon, but also give to him more. More and more than simply take.
His fingers settled onto the clothing of the other male's back grip harder, and by this time it is no surprise that they are practically unapologetically pressed against each other, one hand still on one of Solomon's hips, gripping firmly where it lies.
This, should make it stark clear what kind of hunger exists within his heart. ]