[The moment that Weiss cups a hand around him is the moment when Jing Yuan realizes he is going to have to be careful around her. While he's not in danger of reaching climax prematurely, he sees a real potential to lose track of how close he is.
It's surprising to him how into this he is; Weiss appealed to him on appearance along, but he likes the way she responds to his teasing. She makes it feel a bit like a chase, so when she finally returns the gesture she's fairly successful in annihilating his self control once they're through the door.
The thunder of his pulse echoes in his ears as he meets her in a ferocious, needy kiss. Gone is all his politeness; the general wastes no time in solving the issue of their height, bending enough he can slip his hands up up her legs, beneath her skirt, around her ass, and he's hoisting her up to push her against the wall. Jing Yuan tugs her thigh up against his waist, fingers pressing into the softness he just had a brief touch earlier.
Teeth drag against her bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself give into need— it's been so, so very long, he feels the need to bury himself in her, both inside and embrace. He sighs, breath shuddering, grinding the hardness of his aching, clothed cock over her panties.
When Jing Yuan parts their lips, he pauses to suck at her throat, reluctant to part far.]
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It's surprising to him how into this he is; Weiss appealed to him on appearance along, but he likes the way she responds to his teasing. She makes it feel a bit like a chase, so when she finally returns the gesture she's fairly successful in annihilating his self control once they're through the door.
The thunder of his pulse echoes in his ears as he meets her in a ferocious, needy kiss. Gone is all his politeness; the general wastes no time in solving the issue of their height, bending enough he can slip his hands up up her legs, beneath her skirt, around her ass, and he's hoisting her up to push her against the wall. Jing Yuan tugs her thigh up against his waist, fingers pressing into the softness he just had a brief touch earlier.
Teeth drag against her bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself give into need— it's been so, so very long, he feels the need to bury himself in her, both inside and embrace. He sighs, breath shuddering, grinding the hardness of his aching, clothed cock over her panties.
When Jing Yuan parts their lips, he pauses to suck at her throat, reluctant to part far.]