[ As wet heat envelops him, Runyu groans readily, tensing at the sound of his own voice filled with such want ringing in his own ears. He's more than a little repressed in this department; all his status and considerations aside, he too was raised by his father, on his father's reputation, on the fighting, the strife, the death it caused. His instinct is to lean away from his wants, to deny them, to give himself only enough to survive on and nothing more.
This feels like excess, the sheer sweetness of it. Moran's otherworldly beauty, his attentive nature, his willingness to give Runyu these pleasures of the flesh. The tension in him winds, tightens, muscles pulling taut in the effort to keep from pushing himself deeper into that willing mouth. His hands clench into fists, breath seizing in his chest as he bows his head. ]
You... are a wonder, little star.
[ However tight his voice, he manages these words, a trembling hand moving to tangle instead in Moran's hair. Surely this is the finest he has ever had. ]
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This feels like excess, the sheer sweetness of it. Moran's otherworldly beauty, his attentive nature, his willingness to give Runyu these pleasures of the flesh. The tension in him winds, tightens, muscles pulling taut in the effort to keep from pushing himself deeper into that willing mouth. His hands clench into fists, breath seizing in his chest as he bows his head. ]
You... are a wonder, little star.
[ However tight his voice, he manages these words, a trembling hand moving to tangle instead in Moran's hair. Surely this is the finest he has ever had. ]