[ He Ming's hand picks up speed, the movement becoming more automatic. This is both distracting and pleasantly new, the warmth between them stoked higher and hotter.

He misses the shape of his cock when Rune pulls his hand away. ]

I think—they knew. [ Turned onto his back, He Ming slowly shuts his eyes when Rune kisses him. The bed is comfortable, not the scratchy hardness of concrete, so he can keep breathing. Even with his flat teeth he nips back at Rune's lip. ] I think they saw plenty.

[ For all he'd said earlier, He Ming wants something else now. He looks up, eyes catching on the points of his glamoured teeth, as he begins to reach down. ]

Then I want you to ride me. [ The skirt is already tented. He Ming takes his time pulling it up, breath hitching when the lace hem skims over the tip and he feels the cool air hit him. He still sees nothing but Rune. Swallowing heavily, he slides his hand to the small of Rune's back. He spreads his fingers, feeling his muscles shift under his palm, wanting to press closer, somehow meet him through their skin.

He wants to be inside Rune. He Ming swallows again, dry throat clicking. He closes his hand in a fruitless attempt for a grip and only ends up drawing his nails over his skin. ]

We haven't done it that way before. Is that okay?