[The funny thing is: Matoba is somewhat accustomed to feeling the flow of negative aura dumped into him, so to speak, through orgasm. When you are fucking a man drenched in corruption so often (and one that misbehaves often enough, ie, refusing to wear a condom.. thanks Rokurou), you develop ways to counteract it. As one must, when one is a purveyor of purification.]
[It is fairly second nature now, then, for Matoba to feel that rush and react to it with his body. While haraiya may not specialize in cultivation, you don't survive the business without learning to control your power at least a little bit, lest you fall to the influence of malice yourself. Xue Yang, with his far greater experience, might be able to feel it- a somewhat clumsy-by-comparison flood of counteracting purifying energy that centers in Matoba's navel. The specialty of haraiya is manipulating what surrounds them, not what is inside of them, but it serves its purpose.]
[They are both feeling through their afterglow in different ways, but before Matoba can do any questioning about that, he's being toppled. The unexpected movement catches him just off-guard enough, but he also wouldn't be alive without the ability to react to sudden attacks, and Xue Yang's reaching hand is gripped hard by the wrist just millimeters before his fingertips can reach towards, Matoba is presuming, his eye.]
Unwise, [He warns silkily, breathless from the mix of sex and breakneck movement. His other hand is raised, two fingers to his chest, in a prayer position- ready to focus that power, if need be.]
[He has sensed power from this man since he came across him, but it was fluctuating so wildly that he couldn't quite put his finger on the source. It has stabilized now, but he still can't determine whether he is human. Best to consider him an enemy.] And ungrateful. Don't you think?
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[It is fairly second nature now, then, for Matoba to feel that rush and react to it with his body. While haraiya may not specialize in cultivation, you don't survive the business without learning to control your power at least a little bit, lest you fall to the influence of malice yourself. Xue Yang, with his far greater experience, might be able to feel it- a somewhat clumsy-by-comparison flood of counteracting purifying energy that centers in Matoba's navel. The specialty of haraiya is manipulating what surrounds them, not what is inside of them, but it serves its purpose.]
[They are both feeling through their afterglow in different ways, but before Matoba can do any questioning about that, he's being toppled. The unexpected movement catches him just off-guard enough, but he also wouldn't be alive without the ability to react to sudden attacks, and Xue Yang's reaching hand is gripped hard by the wrist just millimeters before his fingertips can reach towards, Matoba is presuming, his eye.]
Unwise, [He warns silkily, breathless from the mix of sex and breakneck movement. His other hand is raised, two fingers to his chest, in a prayer position- ready to focus that power, if need be.]
[He has sensed power from this man since he came across him, but it was fluctuating so wildly that he couldn't quite put his finger on the source. It has stabilized now, but he still can't determine whether he is human. Best to consider him an enemy.] And ungrateful. Don't you think?