Nsfw thinkin’ so hard about Levi ‘n comparing hand sizes for the first time~
Levi pressing his palm to yours. curling his fingers over yours mumbling about how soft your skin is and much bigger his hands are…….
Before he can stop it the thought of what your hand would feel wrapped around Levi’s cock pops into his mind. His face turning bright red as he pulls his hand away from yours. Stuttering out an apology and going back to whatever game the two of you were playing.
The same image of you working so hard to close you hand around his cock filling his mind later when he’s trying to jerk off-
His imagination running wilder too, you on your knees below him, using your mouth, giving him little licks before you suck on the tip
“…Not….not enough-” Levi whines, eyes closed tight to keep his fantasy that you’re actually there. Actually with him, helping him-
Speeding up his movements trying to match what you’re doing in his mind, “It’s still not right….” After all, your hand wouldn’t be able to wrap all the way around his cock like his own can. Instead, he tried to mimic your hand, loosening his own grip and lifting off a finger.
“cl-closer…” moaning and biting his lip to keep from actually calling your name, only getting a few more shaky jerks of his hand along his cock, teasing his thumb over the tip before he’s cumming all over his own hand.
Letting out another, louder, whine, as disappointment flashes across his face when Levi opens his eyes and he see you aren’t actually in front of him…
Reaching for some tissues to clean up with he thinks about how your hands would have been coved in his cum….or maybe you’d let him finish on you face? Or down your throat…. “Fuck ‘m getting hard again….”
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Shen Qingqiu laughs breathlessly as the corpse of Black-Eyed Vapor Puma falls soundlessly by his feet. He is windswept, rosy-cheeked and so beautiful Liu Qingge’s heart breaks, pieces itself back together and then breaks again.
“Shidi!” Shen Qingqiu jumps over the disfigured body easily and comes to stand beside him. “That was magnificent. You truly are an artist!”
If Liu Qingge was an artist he’d be painting Shen Qingqiu’s portraits and writing him sonnets. But all he can do is kill, and, for some cruel twist of fame, Shen Qingqiu seems to like it when Liu Qingge kills.
His fascination with all things ugly makes Liu Qingge want to tear his soul out and present it to his shixiong. Maybe he’ll like it, too.
“Do you think his partner is nearby? They tend to travel in pairs. It’s not quite a mating season yet, but who knows?”
Liu Qingge looks around the clearing. It’s void of anything at all. They’re alone.
“If it had a partner we’d see it by now.”
“Yes, Liu-shidi, you must be right.” Shen Qingqiu looks around, too.
His gaze inevitably circles back to Liu Qingge and his eyes turn brigs and mischievous for a moment. Then, he reaches out and his slim fingers graze against Liu Qingge’s hair. When he takes his hand back there’s a rumpled flower in between his fingers.
“My shidi can’t help being beautiful even in the middle of the fight. He even acquired a hairpiece.”
Liu Qingge breaks.
“Don’t do this to me.” He whispers, eyes falling close and breathing getting faster. “Please, shixiong, don’t.”
He doesn’t dare look, but he hears a soft, questioning noise.
“Don’t do what, shidi?”
“Don’t call me beautiful.”
“But you are?”
He doesn’t understand. He refuses to see how his words cut Liu Qingge like a knife.
“Just don’t.”
There’s silence. Then:
“Shidi. Won’t you look at me?”
Liu Qingge can do little else. He opens his eyes.
“Shidi is beautiful. He is strong, too, and brave. He is a good friend. He makes my days brighter.”
Liu Qingge lets out a thin whine and can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about it.
“This master won’t stop saying truthful things, even if he risks to make shidi feel embarrassed.”
“Not embarrassed.” Liu Qingge swallows.
“Then what is it?”
He wants to tell him. He wants to tell him so much, but he’s weak and terrified, and-
“You’re smart.” Liu Qingge says. “Figure it out.”
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