[His arms are still stuck in the sleeves of his robe, a bit harder to escape since it's pinned underneath him, but does little to stifle his enthusiasm, at least until Lan Zhan moves lower. Before, their time together had been quick and frantic, the pent-up frustrations of years left with things unsaid. Now that they could take their time, he was learning a lot more about himself and the things he enjoyed.
His breath caught, a surprised and somewhat indecent sound escaping as Lan Zhan's mouth and hands moved over his chest. The feeling moved through him like a spark along his nerves, and he twitched and shifted beneath his partner, body beginning to rouse and take notice. He'd wrongly assumed, in his perusal of erotic art, that those sort of things were only enjoyed by women, but his body was honest, as ever, in assuring him that was not the case.]
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His breath caught, a surprised and somewhat indecent sound escaping as Lan Zhan's mouth and hands moved over his chest. The feeling moved through him like a spark along his nerves, and he twitched and shifted beneath his partner, body beginning to rouse and take notice. He'd wrongly assumed, in his perusal of erotic art, that those sort of things were only enjoyed by women, but his body was honest, as ever, in assuring him that was not the case.]