[ oh. he sees what the plan here is. what the fuck, you guys.
well, if it's a challenge (???)(is it?)(childe is involved, so) then fine, a challenge it is. not... not that it's one he's going to be able to win, likely, but that's alright. as primrose pulls off to speak to him, gu yun looks down at her, cheeks flushing a pale pink, his mouth curving up into a dangerous, delighted looking grin, eyes dark with want. ] I wouldn't want to be -
[ -- whatever quip is there is cut off, again, because the suddenness of warm, wet heat around his dick is, again! a lot! and he has to take in a sharp breath before he finishes his sentence, mouth falling slack as his hands pet through her hair without any real direction, just for the sake of moving the sudden burst of heat and energy through his body. as ever, gu yun is sensitive - the bite to the meat of his shoulder and primroses's clever fingertips alike send a groan out of his mouth unbidden, before he's really thinking about it, and he bites his lip afterwards, finding it hard to be annoyed about losing said challenge when. well. everything is happening so much.
eyes fluttering shut, he unthreads a hand from primrose's hair and brings it up, instead, getting a grip on childe's over his shoulder, long fingers threading into the curls at the back of his head. it feels like an anchor onto reality, and he holds him there where he's putting that mark, pushing backwards into the warm body behind him when his hip is momentarily freed. his chest arches with the scratch, too, the sensation still unusual, somewhere between skin that's dead and skin that feels like a livewire with every continued moment of touch. back and forth, between a warm body and a hot mouth, it's a lot all at once. who knows what he did to deserve this treatment, but here we are nonetheless. ]
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well, if it's a challenge (???)(is it?)(childe is involved, so) then fine, a challenge it is. not... not that it's one he's going to be able to win, likely, but that's alright. as primrose pulls off to speak to him, gu yun looks down at her, cheeks flushing a pale pink, his mouth curving up into a dangerous, delighted looking grin, eyes dark with want. ] I wouldn't want to be -
[ -- whatever quip is there is cut off, again, because the suddenness of warm, wet heat around his dick is, again! a lot! and he has to take in a sharp breath before he finishes his sentence, mouth falling slack as his hands pet through her hair without any real direction, just for the sake of moving the sudden burst of heat and energy through his body. as ever, gu yun is sensitive - the bite to the meat of his shoulder and primroses's clever fingertips alike send a groan out of his mouth unbidden, before he's really thinking about it, and he bites his lip afterwards, finding it hard to be annoyed about losing said challenge when. well. everything is happening so much.
eyes fluttering shut, he unthreads a hand from primrose's hair and brings it up, instead, getting a grip on childe's over his shoulder, long fingers threading into the curls at the back of his head. it feels like an anchor onto reality, and he holds him there where he's putting that mark, pushing backwards into the warm body behind him when his hip is momentarily freed. his chest arches with the scratch, too, the sensation still unusual, somewhere between skin that's dead and skin that feels like a livewire with every continued moment of touch. back and forth, between a warm body and a hot mouth, it's a lot all at once. who knows what he did to deserve this treatment, but here we are nonetheless. ]