Maybe ‘work’ wasn't exactly the right word . . . [he sheepishly trails off, uncurls his fingers and rubs them across his jaw, back behind his ear and down the side of his neck.
but sizhui doesn't fully retract the statement either, just exhales a shaky breath then finger-combs through byleth's hair for further encouragement, eyelashes fluttering wildly, muscles tensing with the effort it takes to continue resisting. before his eventual warning comes, sizhui's right leg shifts, bumping gently against byleth's arm, moving like he's about ready to hook it over his partner's shoulder, though hesitating once he realizes: he absolutely cannot hold back any longer.
he unclasps his hand, brokenly half-rasps,] I'm g-going to— [then sizhui squirms somewhat before letting go, coming with a high-pitched keen, the same hand winding through byleth's hair yet again. here's hoping it was a quick enough warning? that, or byleth keeps right on surprising him by doing wonderful things with his mouth.]
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but sizhui doesn't fully retract the statement either, just exhales a shaky breath then finger-combs through byleth's hair for further encouragement, eyelashes fluttering wildly, muscles tensing with the effort it takes to continue resisting. before his eventual warning comes, sizhui's right leg shifts, bumping gently against byleth's arm, moving like he's about ready to hook it over his partner's shoulder, though hesitating once he realizes: he absolutely cannot hold back any longer.
he unclasps his hand, brokenly half-rasps,] I'm g-going to— [then sizhui squirms somewhat before letting go, coming with a high-pitched keen, the same hand winding through byleth's hair yet again. here's hoping it was a quick enough warning? that, or byleth keeps right on surprising him by doing wonderful things with his mouth.]