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[ Is it stress or excitement that has his heart thundering right now? It's terribly difficult to tell, but the one thing he can at least read is that Baizhu is amused by his flustering and that sends an all new wave of pink dashing across his features. Was sexual intimacy such a common thing here that no one gave it a second thought when demanded? Was it something as trivial as holding a door open for someone else? ]
[ ... Was he the only one in this car who was actually interested in his partner and not just as a way to get out? ]
[ The smile he offers in return is a shade hesitant as he banishes that depressing thought and tries to pull back on a bit of his earlier bravado instead. ]
And I'd feel terrible for keeping you hear longer than you'd like to be. I suppose I'm just at a loss of where to start.
[ Baizhu chuckles, quite charmed by the admission, before finally getting up from his seat to lean in and catch Brant’s chin gently in his fingers, something just a little bit off with the way he gazes at Brant.
There’s no way for him to hide now. ]
In my experience it’s easier to start off with a kiss. Shall we?
[ Color floods onto his cheeks as he finds himself pulled in, seemingly hypnotized by the other's eyes. He's hardly an unkissed maiden, hell he's hardly a virgin, but the calm confidence that the other man exudes has him utterly offguard and flustered in a way he hasn't been since his youth. ]
[ Not to mention the growing excitement he feels in his bones and uh. Lower. The lower bone. ]
Yesh- ahem, I mean. Yes. That sounds like a wonderful idea.
[ At least he isn't shy about leaning in to kiss Baizhu once the suggestion has been made. And there are zero things maidenly about the way he kisses, heated with passion and flaring need. ]
[ Well, so all he needs is a little help getting started then? Adorable. But everything about him is adorable, as Baizhu smiles through the kiss, parting his lips to allow Brant space for all of his…passions.
Meanwhile, Baizhu slips onto his lap, closing his arms about Brant’s neck so they can kiss more comfortably, and if their carriage lists to one side, well, one can hardly blame them for playing by the game’s rules.
Though perhaps Baizhu should be more concerned, as he’s not used to playing from such great heights… ]
[ Baizhu's movements carry a boldness that Brant isn't used to, even as a pirate. He hadn't exactly get himself entangled in that many bedroom matters amidst all the adventures, but he liked to think himself experienced enough not to fluster like a little boy. ]
[ And yet he draws in a breath when Baizhu slips into his lap, groans openly and honestly as his weight settles on top of him and he slips his arms around the man's narrow waist to press him closer as they kiss. Roams his hands steady and curious over Baizhu's body, almost careful in how he touches the man as if worried he might break him. His kisses, however, are deep and plundering and full of all the passion one might expect from a pirate. Burns with the need to claim breath and voice alike from the doctor. ]
[ When the carriage tilts a bit under them, pressing Brant further back into the seat, he can't help the breathless laugh at the thrill of excitement it sends up his spine, emboldening the man. The height was just another layer of excitement to add. ]
[ The tilting does make his heart lurch a little, but not enough for him to consider breaking that kiss until Brant’s laughter breaks it for them, nor to hide that little gasp as Brant’s fingers brush across somewhere especially sensitive on his midriff.
It’s a terribly, terribly easy place to tease him with, exposed as it is like that. ]
More?
[ Just a simple question, just something to get Brant’s mind to latch onto the next fun thing instead of worrying about stage fright. Especially when up this close Baizhu’s already starting to unravel, with hair slightly disheveled and a light flush on his cheeks.
So of course he has to make sure that Brant’s just as undone, starting with tugging at the collar of his shirt. Show him your tits, good sir. ]
[ The words are soft and warm, followed by a deep inhale for the breath he lost to their kiss as he smiles pleadingly up at the man in his lap. He's certainly not above asking nicely for what he wants, and he rather hopes that Baizhu will be giving it to him. What, he's not... entirely sure yet, but a flare of greed rises that tells him to simply get more. ]
[ He leans back a little once he feels hands at his shirt, giving Baizhu room to get his shirt open and his chest exposed, the tacet mark on his chest standing out like a tattoo against tanned skin. His grin shifts to a bit lopsided once his shirt is open, in fact, and the hands skimming over Baizhu's sides and backs are encouraging his companion on. ]
[ He murmurs, getting an eyeful of that chest as his finger idly traces what he supposes must be a tattoo of some kind. It’s certainly not one of the resort’s—or at least he hopes not—but the significance of it is certainly lost on him.
He leans in even closer, however, to whisper in his ear— ]
Would you prefer to go slowly, Brant? Or have you managed to catch your breath already?
[ Never mind that Baizhu’s actually sounding a little breathless himself— ]
[ Is this man really a doctor and not some sort of temptress in disguise? ]
[ The whisper shoots heat through his bones, more blossoming from the finger running along his tacet mark to sink and coil in his gut. He can't help but groan, who wouldn't in his situation, and his head tilts toward Baizhu as if to narrow the gap between them. Or maybe steady his racing heart with his head resting for a moment on the other's hsoulder. ]
As much as I'd love to take my time with you one day-
[ And he'd figure out how to make that one day a reality, whatever happened. ]
- I think the situation calls for something for a little more urgency. That is, if you don't mind.
[ His fingers pause against the curve of the doctor's back, fingers tracing along his spine as he waits with patient but pleading eyes. ]
[ The one day remark gets him to chuckle—the audacity of him and so many others, really, to insist on a next time.
He certainly hopes there will be a next time. ]
Ah…
[ Of course, that isn’t to say that he means to squander what little time he has with this handsome and utterly adorable stranger. Brant’s fingers trail fire along his clothed back, over the exposed patch of skin on his torso, and he meets that sweetly pleading look with a keen, calculating gaze, as though he’s sizing Brant up to see which part of him might be worth devouring first.
He turns his head aside, attempting to catch Brant’s mouth in another quick kiss, to nip playfully at his lips. ]
[ Well, who wouldn't hope for a next time with a man so charming? Brant might be the captain of the Troupe of Fools but he's no fool himself- ]
[ His face brightens at Baizhu's agreement, with fire and excitement as he surges up to kiss the doctor with a far more intense and intimate heat, like he'd been holding himself back out of shyness so far. Brant's whole body exudes heat with each touch as his hands roam to get under the other's shirt, skimming up his back, down his sides, then up the front again. As if he can't get enough of simply touching him. ]
[ From the insistent touch of his hands rucking up clothing to get access to more skin, he kind of can't. ]
[ Baizhu moans freely through their kiss, reveling in the warmth—no, heat—of Brant’s body even if he’d yet to realize that it might not be entirely normal.
And when enough of his top has been pushed upwards, Baizhu breaks that kiss to take it off, revealing no scars or tattoos on his own body—just a very human warmth and a rapidly beating heart and skin that’s burning underneath the other’s gaze, even if he’s hardly shy in the semi-privacy of their rocky carriage. ]
[ They've dived past the shores of shyness now, sunk deep into open desire as Brant's heated hands skim over smooth skin, sliding one up between them to run his thumb up against the other's nipple, running slow and teasing circles against it while his mouth finds new territory on Baizhu's neck. The doctor's skin is flawless, tempting in its unblemished surface, and his mouth shifts between warm kisses and small nips over neck, then collarbone, then shoulder. Restlessly roaming like the pirate himself. ]
I have to say... you're an incredible kisser.
[ He might be trying to steal himself another kiss, in fact. ]
[ His other hand can't help but give into the temptation of sliding along the curve of Baizhu's hip and down between them, fingers squeezing over the front of the other's pants while his thumb traces along his waistband to see how easy these might come off. ]
[ A chuckle—hoarse, helpless, before Brant seals it away with another kiss while Baizhu’s hands roam, more deliberate and unhurried compared to the flurry of sensation Brant is teasing him with. He squirms underneath those touches, delighted and ticklish at once, but smiles cannily at Brant when his fingers find a nipple, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger as he tries to shimmy off his trousers with Brant’s help.
By now they’re uncomfortably tight, but easy enough to take off, even while Baizhu takes a brief opportunity to grind down against Brant’s clothed loins. ]
And—hah—quite the delectable body, underneath all these colors…
[ He flashes another smile, playful as he continues to map every inch of Baizhu's neck and shoulders with his mouth, settling on a spot over his collarbone to pay particular attention to while he concentrates his efforts on helping the enchanting doctor remove his pants. The groan he gives when he's 'rewarded' for his efforts with a grind down is wrapped in a soft laugh of his own against the skin he's worn a mark into. ]
To speak the truth, I've been inspir- aaah!
[ Another gasp, this time paired with a slight arch of his body- his chest specifically into Baizhu's touch. He doubts he needs to point out that his chest is a rather sensitive spot for him at this point, but he's grinning through his fluster all the same. ]
Well now you flatter me. Here I've been thinking I've been lucky with the much better view.
[ Baizhu smirks. It’s always preferable to get visual confirmation for his conjectures.
This Brant really is the type to fully expose his vulnerable parts just like that, isn’t he… ]
And do you intend to simply look?
[ Because Baizhu’s going to pull his hand away from that nipple to lick at his finger, before reaching down to trace it over the exposed tacet mark, as though that tiny bit of moisture would be anywhere close to being enough to extinguish the heat he feels simmering just underneath Brant’s skin. ]
[ In his defense, most people don't actively try to touch his chest. He'll simply have to learn the hard way that things were different in that regard here at the resort, and until then, it's chest out. ]
[ Much to Baizhu's current benefit. ]
Not at all. I've always been more of a hands-on appreciator.
[ The trace of the doctor's finger against his mark has it thrumming in response, the first sign of it being more than just a simple tattoo as the lines at the edges extend a little further. Just for a moment. And though that might be cause for alarm since marks that looked like tattoos didn't usually chance appearance, Brant only groans out another response as he reaches blindly between them to wrap a calloused hand around Baizhu's cock, palming the length of it for a moment before giving an appreciative squeeze. ]
[ His eyes widen with surprise at the fleeting change. He’d known it isn’t a suit with respect to the Golden Peacock, but to see it shift even subtly…
The corner of his lips quirks up in a most devious and calculating smile indeed.
He pulls his hand away, finger still thrumming from the strange sensation he’d felt at that mark as Brant snatches him up and grips him tightly, causing him to let out a breathless chuckle— ]
And these are quite the talented hands…
[ Perhaps he’s more turned on than he’s thought, with how eagerly his own body is reacting to Brant’s touches. So of course he responds in kind, reaching for Brant’s member next to cradle it in his palm and give it a gentle, thorough stroking of his own, making sure that Brant can feel every inch of his hand as he works the man to fullness, eager as he is to go down with this ship. ]
[ He gives an airy laugh of his own, mouth pulling off from Baizhu's bare shoulder, where he'd been working on leaving a small mark that could be easily hidden so he can kiss the other's jaw with an eager-to-please smile. A tone that pours into his voice against his ear. ]
I'm glad you think so, though you should see what more I can do with them first before giving me any praise.
[ And now his mouth finds a place against Baizhu's ear, teasing over the curves of it with his tongue as finds a rhythm of his hand over the other man's cock to match the one on his own. Letting himself groan openly against his ear and murmur his own praises of how wonderful Baizhu's hand feels on him while sliding his other hand up to thumb over the doctor's chest. ]
[ And if he starts rocking his hips into Baizhu's strokes after a while, trying his best not to jostle the man in his lap in the process, well. He's only human. ]
[ —But of course the compliments come pouring in like the tide, making his ears burn, Baizhu unable to fully mount a resistance in the face of such overwhelming sweetness, letting out only a feeble moan in response instead. His nipples pebble under Brant’s touch, heart fluttering underneath a chest that’s still quite sensitive in its own right, even if it might not compare to Brant’s.
His body tingles from Brant’s kisses, his touches, and though Baizhu knows that at some point he will heal away the markings left behind, the sensation will always remain—a reminder of the dashing captain steering their ship into ever more torrid waters.
And around them the joins holding their carriage creak and sway, the Fuck-ris Wheel turning ponderously, their carriage’s slow descent a reminder that other passengers are already in the process of getting off and maybe they shouldn’t hold up the ride—
But they don’t have to, as with Baizhu being ravished on all sides by such a tender opponent, he’s quick to come in Brant’s warm, warm hands with a cry—later to be followed by the answering click of some lock or latch from within. ]
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[ ... Was he the only one in this car who was actually interested in his partner and not just as a way to get out? ]
[ The smile he offers in return is a shade hesitant as he banishes that depressing thought and tries to pull back on a bit of his earlier bravado instead. ]
And I'd feel terrible for keeping you hear longer than you'd like to be. I suppose I'm just at a loss of where to start.
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There’s no way for him to hide now. ]
In my experience it’s easier to start off with a kiss. Shall we?
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[ Not to mention the growing excitement he feels in his bones and uh. Lower. The lower bone. ]
Yesh- ahem, I mean. Yes. That sounds like a wonderful idea.
[ At least he isn't shy about leaning in to kiss Baizhu once the suggestion has been made. And there are zero things maidenly about the way he kisses, heated with passion and flaring need. ]
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Meanwhile, Baizhu slips onto his lap, closing his arms about Brant’s neck so they can kiss more comfortably, and if their carriage lists to one side, well, one can hardly blame them for playing by the game’s rules.
Though perhaps Baizhu should be more concerned, as he’s not used to playing from such great heights… ]
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[ And yet he draws in a breath when Baizhu slips into his lap, groans openly and honestly as his weight settles on top of him and he slips his arms around the man's narrow waist to press him closer as they kiss. Roams his hands steady and curious over Baizhu's body, almost careful in how he touches the man as if worried he might break him. His kisses, however, are deep and plundering and full of all the passion one might expect from a pirate. Burns with the need to claim breath and voice alike from the doctor. ]
[ When the carriage tilts a bit under them, pressing Brant further back into the seat, he can't help the breathless laugh at the thrill of excitement it sends up his spine, emboldening the man. The height was just another layer of excitement to add. ]
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It’s a terribly, terribly easy place to tease him with, exposed as it is like that. ]
More?
[ Just a simple question, just something to get Brant’s mind to latch onto the next fun thing instead of worrying about stage fright. Especially when up this close Baizhu’s already starting to unravel, with hair slightly disheveled and a light flush on his cheeks.
So of course he has to make sure that Brant’s just as undone, starting with tugging at the collar of his shirt. Show him your tits, good sir. ]
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[ The words are soft and warm, followed by a deep inhale for the breath he lost to their kiss as he smiles pleadingly up at the man in his lap. He's certainly not above asking nicely for what he wants, and he rather hopes that Baizhu will be giving it to him. What, he's not... entirely sure yet, but a flare of greed rises that tells him to simply get more. ]
[ He leans back a little once he feels hands at his shirt, giving Baizhu room to get his shirt open and his chest exposed, the tacet mark on his chest standing out like a tattoo against tanned skin. His grin shifts to a bit lopsided once his shirt is open, in fact, and the hands skimming over Baizhu's sides and backs are encouraging his companion on. ]
And you can certainly have more of me as well.
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[ He murmurs, getting an eyeful of that chest as his finger idly traces what he supposes must be a tattoo of some kind. It’s certainly not one of the resort’s—or at least he hopes not—but the significance of it is certainly lost on him.
He leans in even closer, however, to whisper in his ear— ]
Would you prefer to go slowly, Brant? Or have you managed to catch your breath already?
[ Never mind that Baizhu’s actually sounding a little breathless himself— ]
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[ The whisper shoots heat through his bones, more blossoming from the finger running along his tacet mark to sink and coil in his gut. He can't help but groan, who wouldn't in his situation, and his head tilts toward Baizhu as if to narrow the gap between them. Or maybe steady his racing heart with his head resting for a moment on the other's hsoulder. ]
As much as I'd love to take my time with you one day-
[ And he'd figure out how to make that one day a reality, whatever happened. ]
- I think the situation calls for something for a little more urgency. That is, if you don't mind.
[ His fingers pause against the curve of the doctor's back, fingers tracing along his spine as he waits with patient but pleading eyes. ]
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He certainly hopes there will be a next time. ]
Ah…
[ Of course, that isn’t to say that he means to squander what little time he has with this handsome and utterly adorable stranger. Brant’s fingers trail fire along his clothed back, over the exposed patch of skin on his torso, and he meets that sweetly pleading look with a keen, calculating gaze, as though he’s sizing Brant up to see which part of him might be worth devouring first.
He turns his head aside, attempting to catch Brant’s mouth in another quick kiss, to nip playfully at his lips. ]
Yes.
[ Hadn’t he promised him more? ]
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[ His face brightens at Baizhu's agreement, with fire and excitement as he surges up to kiss the doctor with a far more intense and intimate heat, like he'd been holding himself back out of shyness so far. Brant's whole body exudes heat with each touch as his hands roam to get under the other's shirt, skimming up his back, down his sides, then up the front again. As if he can't get enough of simply touching him. ]
[ From the insistent touch of his hands rucking up clothing to get access to more skin, he kind of can't. ]
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And when enough of his top has been pushed upwards, Baizhu breaks that kiss to take it off, revealing no scars or tattoos on his own body—just a very human warmth and a rapidly beating heart and skin that’s burning underneath the other’s gaze, even if he’s hardly shy in the semi-privacy of their rocky carriage. ]
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I have to say... you're an incredible kisser.
[ He might be trying to steal himself another kiss, in fact. ]
[ His other hand can't help but give into the temptation of sliding along the curve of Baizhu's hip and down between them, fingers squeezing over the front of the other's pants while his thumb traces along his waistband to see how easy these might come off. ]
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[ A chuckle—hoarse, helpless, before Brant seals it away with another kiss while Baizhu’s hands roam, more deliberate and unhurried compared to the flurry of sensation Brant is teasing him with. He squirms underneath those touches, delighted and ticklish at once, but smiles cannily at Brant when his fingers find a nipple, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger as he tries to shimmy off his trousers with Brant’s help.
By now they’re uncomfortably tight, but easy enough to take off, even while Baizhu takes a brief opportunity to grind down against Brant’s clothed loins. ]
And—hah—quite the delectable body, underneath all these colors…
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To speak the truth, I've been inspir- aaah!
[ Another gasp, this time paired with a slight arch of his body- his chest specifically into Baizhu's touch. He doubts he needs to point out that his chest is a rather sensitive spot for him at this point, but he's grinning through his fluster all the same. ]
Well now you flatter me. Here I've been thinking I've been lucky with the much better view.
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This Brant really is the type to fully expose his vulnerable parts just like that, isn’t he… ]
And do you intend to simply look?
[ Because Baizhu’s going to pull his hand away from that nipple to lick at his finger, before reaching down to trace it over the exposed tacet mark, as though that tiny bit of moisture would be anywhere close to being enough to extinguish the heat he feels simmering just underneath Brant’s skin. ]
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[ Much to Baizhu's current benefit. ]
Not at all. I've always been more of a hands-on appreciator.
[ The trace of the doctor's finger against his mark has it thrumming in response, the first sign of it being more than just a simple tattoo as the lines at the edges extend a little further. Just for a moment. And though that might be cause for alarm since marks that looked like tattoos didn't usually chance appearance, Brant only groans out another response as he reaches blindly between them to wrap a calloused hand around Baizhu's cock, palming the length of it for a moment before giving an appreciative squeeze. ]
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The corner of his lips quirks up in a most devious and calculating smile indeed.
He pulls his hand away, finger still thrumming from the strange sensation he’d felt at that mark as Brant snatches him up and grips him tightly, causing him to let out a breathless chuckle— ]
And these are quite the talented hands…
[ Perhaps he’s more turned on than he’s thought, with how eagerly his own body is reacting to Brant’s touches. So of course he responds in kind, reaching for Brant’s member next to cradle it in his palm and give it a gentle, thorough stroking of his own, making sure that Brant can feel every inch of his hand as he works the man to fullness, eager as he is to go down with this ship. ]
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I'm glad you think so, though you should see what more I can do with them first before giving me any praise.
[ And now his mouth finds a place against Baizhu's ear, teasing over the curves of it with his tongue as finds a rhythm of his hand over the other man's cock to match the one on his own. Letting himself groan openly against his ear and murmur his own praises of how wonderful Baizhu's hand feels on him while sliding his other hand up to thumb over the doctor's chest. ]
[ And if he starts rocking his hips into Baizhu's strokes after a while, trying his best not to jostle the man in his lap in the process, well. He's only human. ]
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[ —But of course the compliments come pouring in like the tide, making his ears burn, Baizhu unable to fully mount a resistance in the face of such overwhelming sweetness, letting out only a feeble moan in response instead. His nipples pebble under Brant’s touch, heart fluttering underneath a chest that’s still quite sensitive in its own right, even if it might not compare to Brant’s.
His body tingles from Brant’s kisses, his touches, and though Baizhu knows that at some point he will heal away the markings left behind, the sensation will always remain—a reminder of the dashing captain steering their ship into ever more torrid waters.
And around them the joins holding their carriage creak and sway, the Fuck-ris Wheel turning ponderously, their carriage’s slow descent a reminder that other passengers are already in the process of getting off and maybe they shouldn’t hold up the ride—
But they don’t have to, as with Baizhu being ravished on all sides by such a tender opponent, he’s quick to come in Brant’s warm, warm hands with a cry—later to be followed by the answering click of some lock or latch from within. ]