[ Said with a little gasp and a stammer as Kaveh starts teasing at his sensitive waist, as he quickly realizes that heβs not the only one with some rather obvious weaknesses here.
Not that heβs making any move to stop the man, of courseβ ]
[ Kaveh's brows lift in pleased surprised when Baizhu's breath hitches. In their previous encounters, the other man has usually had the power over him, and while Kaveh enjoys that, tends if anything to default towards that, there's a certain kind of pleasure in knowing that he's found a weakness.
His fingers sketch over the other's waist, drawing meaningless shapes and patterns with an artist's finesse, mapping muscle and skin and committing them to memory as he hums to himself.
Eyes hooded, he watches Baizhu for his reaction. ]
[ Baizhu does his best not to shudder as Kaveh works him over with those teasing touches of his, which call to mind a memory of not too long ago when he'd seen various sketches in his suite.
He should have known better than to challenge a man so clearly good with his hands. ]
You—You're very good…
[ He's not sure what else to say, though with the way he's pressing forward, he definitely wants more of it. ]
[ Kaveh chuckles softly at that, and lowers his mouth to press soft kisses along Baizhu's shoulder. ]
And you're remarkably sensitive, Doctor, [ he murmurs in answer. One hand stays lingering at his waist, but the other shifts up his chest, searching across skin and lithe muscle for other weak points. ] I would never have guessed.
[ He glances up with a brief smileβplayful, but genuine. ]
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[ Said with a little gasp and a stammer as Kaveh starts teasing at his sensitive waist, as he quickly realizes that heβs not the only one with some rather obvious weaknesses here.
Not that heβs making any move to stop the man, of courseβ ]
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His fingers sketch over the other's waist, drawing meaningless shapes and patterns with an artist's finesse, mapping muscle and skin and committing them to memory as he hums to himself.
Eyes hooded, he watches Baizhu for his reaction. ]
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He should have known better than to challenge a man so clearly good with his hands. ]
You—You're very good…
[ He's not sure what else to say, though with the way he's pressing forward, he definitely wants more of it. ]
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And you're remarkably sensitive, Doctor, [ he murmurs in answer. One hand stays lingering at his waist, but the other shifts up his chest, searching across skin and lithe muscle for other weak points. ] I would never have guessed.
[ He glances up with a brief smileβplayful, but genuine. ]
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[ A somewhat nervous chuckle, as he lets a moan and a shudder slip through when he feels a hand brush past his nipple.
Well, heβs only human, after all. ]