[ Jing Yuan isn't a loud man by any means — not in the bedroom, and certainly not out of it — and this remains true even now. His own quick breaths are swallowed up because of how their intimate entanglement, courtesy of his own actions and Solomon's daring quick maneuver in that brief moment before he's straddling him just a bit.
The heat has already pooled to his face at some point, noticeable prior to even those hands cupping his cheeks. Even with an allowance of the brevity of breathing in their brief break, it's the intensity of it all that is to blame. But, even that moment is lost in time when their lips meet again, and he keeps the hand on the older man's hip where it is, but moves the other so it rests against the back of Solomon's head. Like this, it's easier to kiss at him, unraveling slowly, kissing at his lips, slipping him tongue, nipping at that lower lip again.
Then, he's moving that hand along that hip so he can carefully run it over that thigh ever-so-teasingly, to back along that too (overdressed) hip. It doesn't stop there, though, because he next has that hand move to Solomon's side and then to other man's lower back to press him even more incessantly against him. Perhaps to cause some sort of friction, even if it's difficult to do much movement himself like this, and at last he knows himself he's panting into the kiss, however muffled it is.
If it weren't for that rather high collar of his Solomon would feel the escalation evidenced elsewhere, though his hand is moments from tugging at that too. Which will be clear evidence of how much Jing Yuan has been riled up from all of this in his actions; though now also a certain part of his body. ]
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The heat has already pooled to his face at some point, noticeable prior to even those hands cupping his cheeks. Even with an allowance of the brevity of breathing in their brief break, it's the intensity of it all that is to blame. But, even that moment is lost in time when their lips meet again, and he keeps the hand on the older man's hip where it is, but moves the other so it rests against the back of Solomon's head. Like this, it's easier to kiss at him, unraveling slowly, kissing at his lips, slipping him tongue, nipping at that lower lip again.
Then, he's moving that hand along that hip so he can carefully run it over that thigh ever-so-teasingly, to back along that too (overdressed) hip. It doesn't stop there, though, because he next has that hand move to Solomon's side and then to other man's lower back to press him even more incessantly against him. Perhaps to cause some sort of friction, even if it's difficult to do much movement himself like this, and at last he knows himself he's panting into the kiss, however muffled it is.
If it weren't for that rather high collar of his Solomon would feel the escalation evidenced elsewhere, though his hand is moments from tugging at that too. Which will be clear evidence of how much Jing Yuan has been riled up from all of this in his actions; though now also a certain part of his body. ]