[ One of these days Baizhu needs to put his foot down regarding Hua Cheng and his distressing tendency to sexually torture him like this. But honestly, Baizhu can’t refuse this man if he tried, because he’s still in the presence of someone nigh unto an Adeptus—and also because Hua Cheng’s personal magnetism is just a little too strong for him to resist.
So maybe this is worth not being able to walk straight for a week— ]
I—I can’t—
[ Help it, he wants to say, but that all peters off into an embarrassingly loud groan. The noise aside, he has no idea what Hua Cheng’s done with the shadows, and can only presume that this terrible, horrible, no-good husband of perhaps the most eminent personage he’s met in this Archons-forsaken hellhole is trying to get them caught on purpose—
And somehow, deep within the back of his lust-addled mind, he doesn’t really mind it.
It’s only a shame that there aren’t any plants for him to manipulate in revenge, as if he could ever stand a chance against someone of Hua Cheng’s abilities. He only has that tattered lab coat hanging off his shoulders—his sole concession to this whole Halloween costume business even as the rest of his clothing has been hiked up, tossed aside, or possibly even torn to shreds, that Vision hanging from a cloth belt tied around his naked waist knocking against the wall in time to those deep thrusts, that tendril of qi burning him up from the inside while Hua Cheng’s attacking him from the outside.
And with him being so helplessly pinned down and clutching at Hua Cheng for dear life, he can’t help but babble the truly most important question of the hour— ]
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So maybe this is worth not being able to walk straight for a week— ]
I—I can’t—
[ Help it, he wants to say, but that all peters off into an embarrassingly loud groan. The noise aside, he has no idea what Hua Cheng’s done with the shadows, and can only presume that this terrible, horrible, no-good husband of perhaps the most eminent personage he’s met in this Archons-forsaken hellhole is trying to get them caught on purpose—
And somehow, deep within the back of his lust-addled mind, he doesn’t really mind it.
It’s only a shame that there aren’t any plants for him to manipulate in revenge, as if he could ever stand a chance against someone of Hua Cheng’s abilities. He only has that tattered lab coat hanging off his shoulders—his sole concession to this whole Halloween costume business even as the rest of his clothing has been hiked up, tossed aside, or possibly even torn to shreds, that Vision hanging from a cloth belt tied around his naked waist knocking against the wall in time to those deep thrusts, that tendril of qi burning him up from the inside while Hua Cheng’s attacking him from the outside.
And with him being so helplessly pinned down and clutching at Hua Cheng for dear life, he can’t help but babble the truly most important question of the hour— ]
How…How are you still so—agh—so lively?