[ Chang Geng has undressed him so many times before, but the gift of chroma has always preserved his vision. Though he might close his eyes at times, he knows he can always open them. Like this, however, his old instincts return: switching his focus principally to touch.
Touch: sensing his clothes loosen, fabric sliding against skin, Chang Geng's deft fingers brushing against his body, adoration in every gesture. He shivers, goosebumps rising and his scalp tingling. His instincts are telling him that he's vulnerable like this, that he should move to defend himself; resisting that instinct and letting Chang Geng do as he will is... ]
Mmm...
[ ...extremely arousing. His fingertips twitch; he wants to return the favor and peel Chang Geng's clothes off as well. But he'd said "leave everything to me," so Gu Yun contents himself with clutching the sheets instead. ]
no subject
Touch: sensing his clothes loosen, fabric sliding against skin, Chang Geng's deft fingers brushing against his body, adoration in every gesture. He shivers, goosebumps rising and his scalp tingling. His instincts are telling him that he's vulnerable like this, that he should move to defend himself; resisting that instinct and letting Chang Geng do as he will is... ]
Mmm...
[ ...extremely arousing. His fingertips twitch; he wants to return the favor and peel Chang Geng's clothes off as well. But he'd said "leave everything to me," so Gu Yun contents himself with clutching the sheets instead. ]