[ her hand pulls back from him, and it feels like a trickle of icewater down his spine, all the warmth of the moment dissipating. yingxing's heart tightens up in his chest. dan feng had played hard to get a little, but he'd never -
she's not him.
if she isn't interested, she isn't interested. ]
I - [ he begins, startled, a crease between his brows, before he exhales and glances away. ] - right. Sure. The others. I can take a hint.
[ he says quietly, then climbs to his feet, leaning to take his glass with him. ]
[ He startles, and there's a strange hurt in her, not only because she knows she caused it, but because she doesn't actually want him to pull away.
But this is what's best. She knows that, and so she doesn't relent.
Instead, she offers him a small, distant smile as she also rises to her feet. ]
I will tell the madam that you are looking for a companion. She can help you.
[ And she'll lead him back to the main room before separating to do just that and then staying out the back so she doesn't have to talk further to him.
He doesn't see her again during his visit.
But she still sees it, through the silky curtain, as he's paired off with one of her coworkers.
She hates, more than anything, how sick she feels at the sight. ]
[ she takes him out, and the madam pairs him off, and it's.. it's fine. this is what yingxing came here for anyway, right? to bury himself in someone soft, to forget his terrible loneliness for a little while. why not allow that to happen?
so he does, and it feels good for a little while, the courtesan he's paired with is a gorgeous non-binary beauty who takes good care of him, but yingxing can't stop thinking about her. even once he's home again, he can't stop thinking about her. a week later, he can't stop thinking about her.
so he's back in the lounge again that weekend, nursing a cup of baijiu and smoking his pipe and watching the beautiful courtesans float about like flower petals on water.
For nights on end, Dan Heng finds herself tossing and turning in her bed, far too awake no matter how bus she has been over the course of her evening. When she does sleep, she's haunted by dreams that feel like memories of roughened hands on her waist, a mouth leaving burning kisses on her skin.
She takes a day off work, claiming she's sick, to try and catch up on the sleep. To no avail.
She's back to work today, makeup concealing the dark circles under her eyes and a professional, dazzling smile hiding the burning frustration—the obsession keeping her awake.
And then.. she sees him, and it's as if the rest of the world grinds to a halt.
She shouldn't, not after last time, but she can't help the way she drifts to him. Her professional smile wobbles just a little, revealing—to her chagrin—her uncertainty in having done so. She fixes it a moment later. ]
You must have had a pleasant experience last time, xiansheng, to do us the honor of visiting us again so soon.
[ and there she is, breathtaking, beautiful, and yingxing smiles broadly to see her, no matter how mildly annoyed she appears to be before she fixes her smile. in the weeks since he last saw her, he convinced himself that perhaps he was just being nostalgic, that maybe she didn't look quite so much like him after all, but seeing her again..
he can't help his smile. ]
I did, yes. [ he says, and reclines back on his chair, crossing one leg over the knee. ] This is a nicer establishment than I gave it credit for. I never expected to find myself here once, let alone twice.
[ and all to see her again, to see her soft smile and glass green eyes. ]
[ His smile is natural. Welcoming. None of the rejection she convinced herself for a moment she would see. (And how could she blame him for it, if that is indeed what she saw?) She takes it for what it is, moving to prop herself on the arm of his chair and turning herself toward him.
Her interest is no doubt clear, despite her having turned him away last time. ]
Have you been given the full tour yet? I would be happy to show you around, if you like.
[ She pauses for a moment. After what occurred between them last, she owes him more than just a sign of her interest. She's quite sure he could sense it then, and yet she turned him away. So... ]
Or, if you prefer, I could show you to my room instead. [ Her practiced smile turns a little rueful. ] I was feeling under the weather during your last visit...
[ he's.. more than a little surprised by her sudden display of interest. yingxing knows that he's a handsome man, enough so to catch the interest of many of the courtesans here, but still she had turned him down, so even though he's here to see her specifically, he didn't expect her to extend a hand.
not that he's about to complain. ]
I'm sorry to hear that. Glad you're feeling better.
[ it's a thin excuse, but he won't push her. instead, his smile softens into something gentler, and he takes a sip from his drink, then sets it aside. ]
I'd love a tour. Show me around, then maybe when we're done.. you can show me your room.
[ With his agreement, Xiangyue slips her arm through his and takes him through the establishment, showing him the private lounges, the game rooms, the bars, everything that could hope to be of interest. Only when they're done does she guide him back through the wing where the courtesans' public rooms are, explaining to him that each of them has rooms for pleasure and rooms for their private use during their downtime.
They come to a halt outside one of the rooms, her hand resting on the doorframe. Silks and thin metal chains cascade down her pale arms as she smiles at him. ]
This one is mine.
[ She's feeling, suddenly, all too vulnerable. Night after night spent with him on her mind—but she wouldn't blame him if he walked away from her now. She knows how thin her reasoning was; as a customer she slighted, she's lucky he accepted it.
She hides it behind a warm smile. ]
Would you still like to tour it, xiansheng? Or should I take you back so you can choose someone more to your liking?
[ she guides him around, and the establishment is certainly interesting, but not half so interesting as she is, and mostly he's just content to listen to her voice as she speaks. still, he pays attention, keeps it all in mind for future visits.
he hopes there will be many. ]
You're to my liking.
[ he says, smiling as he takes one of her delicate hands again, and as he did before, presses kisses to the backs of her knuckles. ]
[ She smiles even as his lips sear her knuckles. She dare not say it, but she knows too that he is to her liking, moreso than any client she's ever stood in this place with before. ]
Then, please. Come in.
[ Opening the door, she leads him into a beautiful room. At first glance, it might look like any higher-end hotel room: a large, plush bed sits in its center, decorated with teals and golds. Across from it is a large television screen, under which sits a well-stocked bar. On the far side of the room, a large windowed space leads through to a bathroom. A small, private toilet is tucked away to the side, but the shower and oversized bathtub are able to be seen even from the door.
The rest of the room makes it abundantly clear what it's made for. The opposite side of the room, when they walk in, holds a mirrored wall. In front of it, a deliberately empty space, but for the dark cabinet that sits against the back wall, clear in its intent.
With a wave of her hand, the lights dim, and she closes the door behind them. ]
[ it's been a lovely tour, and the entire establishment is incredibly luxurious, but her room really drives it home. it's lovely and well furnished without being too opulent or ostentatious, suiting her perfectly, he thinks, right down to the teal and gold bedding. yingxing smiles. ]
It's beautiful. I can see why people would want to linger here for hours and hours.
[ if not longer. days, especially if it meant spending time in her company. his eyes pass over the bar, the bathroom, the bed.. ]
You must do well here, if you're able to choose your own clientele.
[ Xiangyue smiles in answer, gliding over to her bed and perching on its edge. She extends a hand, silently inviting him to join her, should he wish.
As she does, she shakes her head and answers his question. ]
I do reasonably enough, though I'm quite sure my position is at least in part due to my tenure more than anything else.
[ It's the modest answer, but it comes from the heart. ]
I have served here since I was of age to do so, which makes it... over a decade, now. [ A soft laugh tinkles off her lips. ] Don't tell me I look younger than I am, Yingxing-xiansheng! It's the blessing of my heritage, nothing I have personally done.
[ the way she sits on the bed with one hand reaching for him.. it goes right to his gut like a hook, drawing him in. he moves toward her, his gaze on hers, the corners of his eyes crinkling. ]
Heh, well, on this ship of immortals, that's not a surprise.
[ he says softly, taking her hand in his own much rougher one, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles. ]
But here you are, with an old man like me.
[ one of the few short life species living on the luofu, certainly the most recognizable one. but yingxing made a point of that. his life might be short, but he'll leave his mark. with his free hand, he gently smooths his fingers through her dark hair, cupping her cheek. ]
[ Her smile is sweet, even as she shakes her head and offers a soft laugh. ]
For one, you are hardly an old man.
[ She points it out as she answers the hand smoothing through her hair with one braced at his chest, splaying over slim but strong muscle. The work he puts into his craft is evident even at a touch. ]
And yes. This is okay, Yingxing. I would not have brought you back here were it not.
[ She leans in, mouth a whisper away from his, luminous eyes alight with a question. ]
[ her hand slides against his chest, and yingxing's heart leaps beneath it, especially once she's leaning up to brush her lips so near to his own. a wave of tingling warmth washes down his body, and he cups her soft cheek. ]
.. heh. Everything.
[ he murmurs, then dips lower, pressing a kiss to her soft mouth, then another.
it's like lightning down his spine, yingxing's breath catching before he's even done anything further - but somehow, he doesn't want to take this too quickly, doesn't want to barrel through when he could enjoy this. so rather than immediately pressing her back, yingxing shifts to move further back on the bed. ]
[ She feels the sudden leaping of his heart, but doesn't comment on it. Not does she comment on her own body's strangeness, the way she feels something in her break under the taste of his mouth, the swaying urge she feels to simply be close. From somewhere deep inside her is a feeling like she's come home, the knowledge that this is always where she was meant to be.
It's hard, when he breaks from her to shift back on the bed, not to immediately chase him. But she keeps herself together, watching him for a moment before she smiles. ]
Everything? My, isn't that greedy of you, xiansheng...
[ It's almost a purr, and then she moves onto the mattress, crawling over him with a teasing smile. Her lips hover over his. ]
[ she crawls over him, radiant and beautiful, and yingxing feels all of his blood surge south when she purrs, her mouth so close that he can taste her breath. both of his hands move to her body, sliding down her sides, perching on the swell of her hips as he exhales hard. ]
Gladly.
[ he says, and closes the distance once more, pressing his mouth to hers with more urgency this time, a low rumble in his chest as he pulls her in close, one arm hooking around her middle.
he will show her what everything looks like, what she missed during their last encounter, what he needs so badly to give her that it almost hurts. it's not fair of him to compare her with dan feng, and he can see the differences easily enough, but he's drawn to her like a moth to the flame nonetheless, unable to pull away. ]
[ If she had her senses about her, she would stop to think about the fact that something about this is dangerous. His mouth is aflame against hers, and there's something in the way he looks at her right before it seeks to taste hers, that answers a question long held, one she didn't even know she had.
But her senses are stolen by the taste of him.
He pulls her close, and her legs slot between his as she answers his mouth with hers, one hand remaining braced against his chest, feeling more than hearing the rumble of pleasure, as the other slides up into his hair.
Her job is to give him what he seeks, and yet it feels as if she could collapse to him so easily—
[ her body settles down against his own, soft and supple and so warm, and yingxing hums his satisfaction, his right arm hooked around her waist while his left hand moves to cradle the back of her head, callused fingers sifting through her hair. it's soft as spun silk, dark as ink, wonderfully fragrant. the kiss deepens readily, yingxing's lips parting over hers and coaxing her to do the same so he might taste her, licking past her sweet lipgloss and into her mouth, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine.
her weight over him is divine, and yingxing groans softly, rolling his hips shallowly against hers. he's already getting hard, heat gathering between his thighs due to her proximity alone, and his right hand smooths down her hip, and over the curve of her ass, squeezing lightly. dangerous, indeed.. he could grow addicted to this easily, and bleed his entire fortune into this establishment for one more opportunity to see her, to kiss her.
yingxing wants to think that she feels it, too, no matter how incredibly foolish the notion is, knowing full well that this is her job, that she's paid to make him feel good, as if he's the only man in the world. but the undercurrent is there, isn't it? he's sure that it is, that it must be.. ]
You're incredible. [ he murmurs between kisses. she's heard it a hundred times before, he knows, but even still. ] Beautiful..
And yet not once has it felt like this, a pang in her heart that answers the call of his voice. While she doesn't say anything in answer, her lips curve in a sweet smile. That's her official answer—unofficial is the way her cheeks warm, the way her stomach feels like there are suddenly hundreds of butterflies beating their wings against the walls.
Her lips part at his request, hips rolling teasingly back where she can feel him hardening. There's an urge, sudden and fierce, to take him in her mouth, but no request has been made of her, and so for now, she merely lowers the hand at his chest, teasing it over the front of his pants instead.
...Then again, he said everything, didn't he? ]
For someone who calls himself an old man, you're impressively ready, [ she murmurs, a teasing chuckle against his lips as she palms, ever so light, over his hardening cock. Then, she breaks their kiss, hovering close with her bright eyes peering into his. ] Will you allow me to taste you, Yingxing-xiansheng?
[ her hips rock against him, and yingxing groans at the friction. his last encounter here aside, it's been a long, long time since he's slept with anyone at all. dan feng had been his last, over thirty years ago.
but now he's on fire with arousal, her hand soon pressing between his thighs, making his pupils dilate. the anticipation is intense. ]
Heh, hey, I'm old but I'm not ancient -
[ another groan as she palms him, his cock prickling with heat through his trousers, pressing up against her hand. he'd let her do just about anything to him without complaint and without hesitation, so when she asks that, he just about loses consciousness. he wants that. wants it quite a bit. ]
I never claimed otherwise. I'm only using your words, after all.
[ Her words are a teasing, amused purr against his mouth. Usually, she allows her clients to set the pace a little more than this before she starts acting—tonight, though, she can't quite help it, falling into a natural banter as she makes her own suggestions. A small part of her marvels at it, wonders if she's doing too much.
Another, more stubborn part, argues with her own mind that he said everything.
So, she leaves a slow, lingering kiss against his mouth before pulling away and dragging herself down and over him, pressing her lips in soft touches over his clothes, down over his chest, his stomach...
And at first, she doesn't even remove his pants, instead pressing kisses over his burgeoning hardness through the material, tongue wetting it as she hums lowly. ]
[ watching her move down his body only further excites him, his cock straining against his trousers by the time she mouths over it, her breath warm through the sturdy fabric. ]
Fuck -
[ she look incredible, kissing her way down like that, nestling between the gap of his thighs, and yingxing can't help but reach to touch her, sifting his fingers through her soft dark hair, watching it run through them like ink.
then, with his free hand, he reaches down to thumb open the button of his pants, but slowly, so that she can stop him at any time if she pleases. he can't wait to feel her.. ]
[ A hint of a smile finds her lips when she hears him curse, when his fingers thread through her hair to touch her as she teases him. It's clear though that he knows where he wants this to go, his free hand thumbing his pants open in a way that makes her chuckle sweetly against the heavy fabric. A perfect invitation.
Who is she to say no?
Xiangyue pulls her mouth away from him just enough that she can reach both hands over him, properly undoing the fastenings so she can reach to the waistband to pull them down. She makes sure to catch his underwear with them, so that as she lowers them over his hips, his cock lifts free, flushed and hardened for her. ]
Mm... [ Her eyes flick up to his face briefly, tongue trailing visibly over her lower lip, a teasing flicker in her gaze. ] Someone's a big boy. [ And then she dips her head low, taking him into her mouth with a low, soft groan. ]
[ a big boy, she calls him, and yingxing can't help but grin. all the more for her to enjoy, he hopes. as if he really needs his ego to be any larger than it already is..
but that's all gone the moment her warm mouth touches him, sliding over the head of his thick cock in a way that makes yingxing's eyes roll back. her lips are soft, her tongue like velvet, and it takes everything he has not to buck right up into that heat, his free hand instead seizing in the bedding, white-knuckled. ]
That's good..
[ he murmurs, the hand in her hair stroking gently as he watches her with hungry eyes, propped up enough against the headboard and pillows that he can watch her work. ]
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she's not him.
if she isn't interested, she isn't interested. ]
I - [ he begins, startled, a crease between his brows, before he exhales and glances away. ] - right. Sure. The others. I can take a hint.
[ he says quietly, then climbs to his feet, leaning to take his glass with him. ]
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But this is what's best. She knows that, and so she doesn't relent.
Instead, she offers him a small, distant smile as she also rises to her feet. ]
I will tell the madam that you are looking for a companion. She can help you.
[ And she'll lead him back to the main room before separating to do just that and then staying out the back so she doesn't have to talk further to him.
He doesn't see her again during his visit.
But she still sees it, through the silky curtain, as he's paired off with one of her coworkers.
She hates, more than anything, how sick she feels at the sight. ]
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so he does, and it feels good for a little while, the courtesan he's paired with is a gorgeous non-binary beauty who takes good care of him, but yingxing can't stop thinking about her. even once he's home again, he can't stop thinking about her. a week later, he can't stop thinking about her.
so he's back in the lounge again that weekend, nursing a cup of baijiu and smoking his pipe and watching the beautiful courtesans float about like flower petals on water.
but he's only looking for one. ]
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The night after isn't much better.
For nights on end, Dan Heng finds herself tossing and turning in her bed, far too awake no matter how bus she has been over the course of her evening. When she does sleep, she's haunted by dreams that feel like memories of roughened hands on her waist, a mouth leaving burning kisses on her skin.
She takes a day off work, claiming she's sick, to try and catch up on the sleep. To no avail.
She's back to work today, makeup concealing the dark circles under her eyes and a professional, dazzling smile hiding the burning frustration—the obsession keeping her awake.
And then.. she sees him, and it's as if the rest of the world grinds to a halt.
She shouldn't, not after last time, but she can't help the way she drifts to him. Her professional smile wobbles just a little, revealing—to her chagrin—her uncertainty in having done so. She fixes it a moment later. ]
You must have had a pleasant experience last time, xiansheng, to do us the honor of visiting us again so soon.
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he can't help his smile. ]
I did, yes. [ he says, and reclines back on his chair, crossing one leg over the knee. ] This is a nicer establishment than I gave it credit for. I never expected to find myself here once, let alone twice.
[ and all to see her again, to see her soft smile and glass green eyes. ]
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Her interest is no doubt clear, despite her having turned him away last time. ]
Have you been given the full tour yet? I would be happy to show you around, if you like.
[ She pauses for a moment. After what occurred between them last, she owes him more than just a sign of her interest. She's quite sure he could sense it then, and yet she turned him away. So... ]
Or, if you prefer, I could show you to my room instead. [ Her practiced smile turns a little rueful. ] I was feeling under the weather during your last visit...
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not that he's about to complain. ]
I'm sorry to hear that. Glad you're feeling better.
[ it's a thin excuse, but he won't push her. instead, his smile softens into something gentler, and he takes a sip from his drink, then sets it aside. ]
I'd love a tour. Show me around, then maybe when we're done.. you can show me your room.
[ if she hasn't changed her mind again. ]
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They come to a halt outside one of the rooms, her hand resting on the doorframe. Silks and thin metal chains cascade down her pale arms as she smiles at him. ]
This one is mine.
[ She's feeling, suddenly, all too vulnerable. Night after night spent with him on her mind—but she wouldn't blame him if he walked away from her now. She knows how thin her reasoning was; as a customer she slighted, she's lucky he accepted it.
She hides it behind a warm smile. ]
Would you still like to tour it, xiansheng? Or should I take you back so you can choose someone more to your liking?
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he hopes there will be many. ]
You're to my liking.
[ he says, smiling as he takes one of her delicate hands again, and as he did before, presses kisses to the backs of her knuckles. ]
Show me whenever you're ready.
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Then, please. Come in.
[ Opening the door, she leads him into a beautiful room. At first glance, it might look like any higher-end hotel room: a large, plush bed sits in its center, decorated with teals and golds. Across from it is a large television screen, under which sits a well-stocked bar. On the far side of the room, a large windowed space leads through to a bathroom. A small, private toilet is tucked away to the side, but the shower and oversized bathtub are able to be seen even from the door.
The rest of the room makes it abundantly clear what it's made for. The opposite side of the room, when they walk in, holds a mirrored wall. In front of it, a deliberately empty space, but for the dark cabinet that sits against the back wall, clear in its intent.
With a wave of her hand, the lights dim, and she closes the door behind them. ]
What do you think?
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It's beautiful. I can see why people would want to linger here for hours and hours.
[ if not longer. days, especially if it meant spending time in her company. his eyes pass over the bar, the bathroom, the bed.. ]
You must do well here, if you're able to choose your own clientele.
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As she does, she shakes her head and answers his question. ]
I do reasonably enough, though I'm quite sure my position is at least in part due to my tenure more than anything else.
[ It's the modest answer, but it comes from the heart. ]
I have served here since I was of age to do so, which makes it... over a decade, now. [ A soft laugh tinkles off her lips. ] Don't tell me I look younger than I am, Yingxing-xiansheng! It's the blessing of my heritage, nothing I have personally done.
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Heh, well, on this ship of immortals, that's not a surprise.
[ he says softly, taking her hand in his own much rougher one, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles. ]
But here you are, with an old man like me.
[ one of the few short life species living on the luofu, certainly the most recognizable one. but yingxing made a point of that. his life might be short, but he'll leave his mark. with his free hand, he gently smooths his fingers through her dark hair, cupping her cheek. ]
You sure this is okay?
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For one, you are hardly an old man.
[ She points it out as she answers the hand smoothing through her hair with one braced at his chest, splaying over slim but strong muscle. The work he puts into his craft is evident even at a touch. ]
And yes. This is okay, Yingxing. I would not have brought you back here were it not.
[ She leans in, mouth a whisper away from his, luminous eyes alight with a question. ]
So, tell me. What do you desire of me?
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.. heh. Everything.
[ he murmurs, then dips lower, pressing a kiss to her soft mouth, then another.
it's like lightning down his spine, yingxing's breath catching before he's even done anything further - but somehow, he doesn't want to take this too quickly, doesn't want to barrel through when he could enjoy this. so rather than immediately pressing her back, yingxing shifts to move further back on the bed. ]
C'mere.
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It's hard, when he breaks from her to shift back on the bed, not to immediately chase him. But she keeps herself together, watching him for a moment before she smiles. ]
Everything? My, isn't that greedy of you, xiansheng...
[ It's almost a purr, and then she moves onto the mattress, crawling over him with a teasing smile. Her lips hover over his. ]
Show me, then, what "everything" looks like.
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Gladly.
[ he says, and closes the distance once more, pressing his mouth to hers with more urgency this time, a low rumble in his chest as he pulls her in close, one arm hooking around her middle.
he will show her what everything looks like, what she missed during their last encounter, what he needs so badly to give her that it almost hurts. it's not fair of him to compare her with dan feng, and he can see the differences easily enough, but he's drawn to her like a moth to the flame nonetheless, unable to pull away. ]
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But her senses are stolen by the taste of him.
He pulls her close, and her legs slot between his as she answers his mouth with hers, one hand remaining braced against his chest, feeling more than hearing the rumble of pleasure, as the other slides up into his hair.
Her job is to give him what he seeks, and yet it feels as if she could collapse to him so easily—
Is that what everything means for him? ]
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her weight over him is divine, and yingxing groans softly, rolling his hips shallowly against hers. he's already getting hard, heat gathering between his thighs due to her proximity alone, and his right hand smooths down her hip, and over the curve of her ass, squeezing lightly. dangerous, indeed.. he could grow addicted to this easily, and bleed his entire fortune into this establishment for one more opportunity to see her, to kiss her.
yingxing wants to think that she feels it, too, no matter how incredibly foolish the notion is, knowing full well that this is her job, that she's paid to make him feel good, as if he's the only man in the world. but the undercurrent is there, isn't it? he's sure that it is, that it must be.. ]
You're incredible. [ he murmurs between kisses. she's heard it a hundred times before, he knows, but even still. ] Beautiful..
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No, maybe even a thousand.
And yet not once has it felt like this, a pang in her heart that answers the call of his voice. While she doesn't say anything in answer, her lips curve in a sweet smile. That's her official answer—unofficial is the way her cheeks warm, the way her stomach feels like there are suddenly hundreds of butterflies beating their wings against the walls.
Her lips part at his request, hips rolling teasingly back where she can feel him hardening. There's an urge, sudden and fierce, to take him in her mouth, but no request has been made of her, and so for now, she merely lowers the hand at his chest, teasing it over the front of his pants instead.
...Then again, he said everything, didn't he? ]
For someone who calls himself an old man, you're impressively ready, [ she murmurs, a teasing chuckle against his lips as she palms, ever so light, over his hardening cock. Then, she breaks their kiss, hovering close with her bright eyes peering into his. ] Will you allow me to taste you, Yingxing-xiansheng?
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but now he's on fire with arousal, her hand soon pressing between his thighs, making his pupils dilate. the anticipation is intense. ]
Heh, hey, I'm old but I'm not ancient -
[ another groan as she palms him, his cock prickling with heat through his trousers, pressing up against her hand. he'd let her do just about anything to him without complaint and without hesitation, so when she asks that, he just about loses consciousness. he wants that. wants it quite a bit. ]
- y-yeah, yeah, I'd like that.
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[ Her words are a teasing, amused purr against his mouth. Usually, she allows her clients to set the pace a little more than this before she starts acting—tonight, though, she can't quite help it, falling into a natural banter as she makes her own suggestions. A small part of her marvels at it, wonders if she's doing too much.
Another, more stubborn part, argues with her own mind that he said everything.
So, she leaves a slow, lingering kiss against his mouth before pulling away and dragging herself down and over him, pressing her lips in soft touches over his clothes, down over his chest, his stomach...
And at first, she doesn't even remove his pants, instead pressing kisses over his burgeoning hardness through the material, tongue wetting it as she hums lowly. ]
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Fuck -
[ she look incredible, kissing her way down like that, nestling between the gap of his thighs, and yingxing can't help but reach to touch her, sifting his fingers through her soft dark hair, watching it run through them like ink.
then, with his free hand, he reaches down to thumb open the button of his pants, but slowly, so that she can stop him at any time if she pleases. he can't wait to feel her.. ]
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Who is she to say no?
Xiangyue pulls her mouth away from him just enough that she can reach both hands over him, properly undoing the fastenings so she can reach to the waistband to pull them down. She makes sure to catch his underwear with them, so that as she lowers them over his hips, his cock lifts free, flushed and hardened for her. ]
Mm... [ Her eyes flick up to his face briefly, tongue trailing visibly over her lower lip, a teasing flicker in her gaze. ] Someone's a big boy. [ And then she dips her head low, taking him into her mouth with a low, soft groan. ]
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but that's all gone the moment her warm mouth touches him, sliding over the head of his thick cock in a way that makes yingxing's eyes roll back. her lips are soft, her tongue like velvet, and it takes everything he has not to buck right up into that heat, his free hand instead seizing in the bedding, white-knuckled. ]
That's good..
[ he murmurs, the hand in her hair stroking gently as he watches her with hungry eyes, propped up enough against the headboard and pillows that he can watch her work. ]
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