[He hums his approval at the advancement, a quirk of his lips at the bite that easily gives way, letting his mouth open wider and taking himself in to taste Jing Yuan at his intrusion - Jing Yuan leads heavily with passion, and Solomon catches him, letting him explore before sliding himself right alongside, tongue and teeth and panted breath. He doesn't push back so much as he guides it in circles, a swirling parry to the straightforward nature of Jing Yuan's own emotions. To catch and swaddle and push them right back, coaxing, coaxing -- keep taking, it says, as Solomon sucks lightly on that retreating tongue in a moment of breath, as Jing Yuan's palms pull him in by the back, by the hip...
With all the litheness of a cat, Solomon slides himself closer, up onto his knees as he pushes up and over Jing Yuan's lap to straddle one of his thighs, both hands now cupping his face as he lets them part only for breath, only for breath, glances minimal and heated. Indulge, is what Jing Yuan had said. So let the man melt under his fingers like fine chocolates, let him work to contain the uncontainable. Solomon drinks of his mouth slowly, deeply, feeling the heat that rises in his chest and letting it simmer for now. He is the water to the fire below - he will find his own time, to vaporize, to become the air that feeds him instead.]
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With all the litheness of a cat, Solomon slides himself closer, up onto his knees as he pushes up and over Jing Yuan's lap to straddle one of his thighs, both hands now cupping his face as he lets them part only for breath, only for breath, glances minimal and heated. Indulge, is what Jing Yuan had said. So let the man melt under his fingers like fine chocolates, let him work to contain the uncontainable. Solomon drinks of his mouth slowly, deeply, feeling the heat that rises in his chest and letting it simmer for now. He is the water to the fire below - he will find his own time, to vaporize, to become the air that feeds him instead.]