Perhaps I find this more fun than I thought I would have.
[Something about it feels better knowing that the man has the least amount of choice in the matter, even if he knows he wants this. He doesn’t think about that, but he also doesn’t say anything about such thoughts yet.
His friend is helping this along anyway, so if they both are enjoying it, what’s there to question?]
Oh, what a good boy.
[Endeared, the words he’s heard a number of times while walking through the halls now leave his own mouth as his fingers card through the ends of his friend’s hair.
He pulls the laces of the sleeve, tightening them until there’s no more slack. Once it’s secure… he wants to imagine what his friend might look like - something that would take a moment in this unprecedented situation for him - but he immediately turns his attention to the man’s lower half.
Pulling off one shoe after the other, Xiao Xingchen doesn’t try to build anticipation, yet doesn’t rush either. He sets them down by the bed before he stands up and leans over the bed to hook his fingers in the waist of the man’s pants.
It may be the first time he thinks of clothes in a context like this, but in this moment, he can only find them inconvenient…]
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Perhaps I find this more fun than I thought I would have.
[Something about it feels better knowing that the man has the least amount of choice in the matter, even if he knows he wants this. He doesn’t think about that, but he also doesn’t say anything about such thoughts yet.
His friend is helping this along anyway, so if they both are enjoying it, what’s there to question?]
Oh, what a good boy.
[Endeared, the words he’s heard a number of times while walking through the halls now leave his own mouth as his fingers card through the ends of his friend’s hair.
He pulls the laces of the sleeve, tightening them until there’s no more slack. Once it’s secure… he wants to imagine what his friend might look like - something that would take a moment in this unprecedented situation for him - but he immediately turns his attention to the man’s lower half.
Pulling off one shoe after the other, Xiao Xingchen doesn’t try to build anticipation, yet doesn’t rush either. He sets them down by the bed before he stands up and leans over the bed to hook his fingers in the waist of the man’s pants.
It may be the first time he thinks of clothes in a context like this, but in this moment, he can only find them inconvenient…]