[ He laughs through that…taunting? Dirty talk? Does it matter? Because in a way he feels just as trapped, at Wriothesley’s mercy as much as the other is at his, if nothing else because Wriothesley’s the stronger between the two of them and Baizhu isn’t as young (ahem) and spry.
It doesn’t help that he’s getting close, the heat and the friction between them building up to a tantalizing crescendo that he’s helpless to resist— ]
I…I…ah…!
[ He throws his head back with a gasp, unable to hold in his climax any longer, and well…that’s his answer, isn’t it? ]
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It doesn’t help that he’s getting close, the heat and the friction between them building up to a tantalizing crescendo that he’s helpless to resist— ]
I…I…ah…!
[ He throws his head back with a gasp, unable to hold in his climax any longer, and well…that’s his answer, isn’t it? ]