[Xiao Xingchen tilts his head, brow lightly furrowing again.
His head feeling light - memories of their past encounters enough to spark arousal with the slightest attention - he grasps for what else he remembers to put together some details of this opaque and contradictory man. Now that he thinks of it, he has seen Xue Yang in a foul mood before. It was that day the disguise finally slipped—a day he still almost wishes he can forget entirely, despite how little sense it makes to want to be fooled. His expression wasn't turned to Xiao Xingchen like this, but he surely would have tried to run the metal puppets through if Xiao Xingchen hadn't stopped him. Xiao Xingchen didn't worry about the things that merely emulated life; he just knew he should discourage that aggression.
Bringing back a detail of that story did something to make Xue Yang aggressive like that again. He's not quick to assume that Xue Yang is telling the truth just yet, given how he can put on an act well enough, but his response still makes him question even more. Is there more to this story that Xue Yang has yet to tell? Was this sudden kiss... related to that same idea Xiao Xingchen had from before?
So lost in thought he is that he responds to the nudging without realizing his actions. He moves his legs out from under him, so he sits with the backs of his thighs on the table, parted just enough for the silk tulle of the skirt to dip between them. From there, he pushes himself forward to place his knees on either side of Xue Yang's legs—]
W-Wait, right here?
[He finally responds, snapping to awareness. Why hasn't he controlled himself better?]
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His head feeling light - memories of their past encounters enough to spark arousal with the slightest attention - he grasps for what else he remembers to put together some details of this opaque and contradictory man. Now that he thinks of it, he has seen Xue Yang in a foul mood before. It was that day the disguise finally slipped—a day he still almost wishes he can forget entirely, despite how little sense it makes to want to be fooled. His expression wasn't turned to Xiao Xingchen like this, but he surely would have tried to run the metal puppets through if Xiao Xingchen hadn't stopped him. Xiao Xingchen didn't worry about the things that merely emulated life; he just knew he should discourage that aggression.
Bringing back a detail of that story did something to make Xue Yang aggressive like that again. He's not quick to assume that Xue Yang is telling the truth just yet, given how he can put on an act well enough, but his response still makes him question even more. Is there more to this story that Xue Yang has yet to tell? Was this sudden kiss... related to that same idea Xiao Xingchen had from before?
So lost in thought he is that he responds to the nudging without realizing his actions. He moves his legs out from under him, so he sits with the backs of his thighs on the table, parted just enough for the silk tulle of the skirt to dip between them. From there, he pushes himself forward to place his knees on either side of Xue Yang's legs—]
W-Wait, right here?
[He finally responds, snapping to awareness. Why hasn't he controlled himself better?]