The smell of them, the sounds they made every time he went ever deeper, it seemed to fill his whole being. The slight musk of sex wafted into his nose, like an intoxicating perfume, and even Milo had to stop in his mind, telling himself to get a grip. Somehow though, the part of him that made rational decisions seemed to be missing, and he let himself fall into the stupor she was putting him under. Normally he tried to avoid kissing women he was sleeping with, it meant that it'd be less committed. But the firm and fevered kisses of hers drove him to the bone, each thrust and kiss sending euphoric waves through him. Even now, he knew that he'd be lying to himself and her if he tried to say that he wasn't compelled to stay.<br/><br/>It wasn't his brain making this call, but it wasn't his dick either. Deep in his heart, he felt pulled to her in a way he knew could only be defined as infatuation. Being here, being with her, being inside her... It was like the feeling he'd get when he was a child, walking into a toy store and finding the perfect toy. It embraced him, filled him even, making him feel like she was the world around him, like her gravity was something he'd never be able to escape. But even as he acknowledged how badly he was being drawn in, he didn't even try to fight it. It fueled his kisses, lifted his hips.<br/><br/>The burning desire in his chest only added to that fuel. Caught in between the pleasurable heat of the moment, and the feelings rolling inside him, he did exactly what she warned against, and almost threw himself at her with a reckless abandon. It felt primitive, instinctual, it felt damn good. He could tell that pretty soon, she wasn't going to be the only one cumming, and made sure that he held off just until she did. Laying back, his heart beating so hard in his chest he wondered if she felt it. "God damn dove, I gotta say, that was pretty damn amazing." He rested his hands on her hips, rubbing them like a gentle massage. "I thought I'd be exploring the site when I got here, but I gotta say I'm enjoying exploring you more." His grin was devious, and he sighed a hearty breath letting her fragrances flood over him yet still.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><div style="text-align: center">我欲与君相知，<br/>
长命无绝衰。<br/>
山无陵，<br/>
江水为竭，<br/>
冬雷震震，<br/>
夏雨雪 ，<br/>
天地合，<br/>
乃敢与君绝!​</div>An Bo stared at the characters on the page, looking them over. It was short and simple. But it reflected him, the simple son of a simple father. Just because it wasn't complicated didn't mean it didn't hold it's own beauty, and he knew that Wuqing would know exactly the feeling. It wasn't like he could read minds, but with her, it almost felt like she enjoyed how different his life was from that of a royal one. Teaching was held in high regards, but it wasn't enough to claim divine heritage to say the least. But there was less to it. The types of freedom someone like Taizi would never experience, enjoying the simple things in life that would be beyond those so far above the common rabble they saw below them every day.<br/><br/>Every second that passed felt like an eternity, he had been anxious to see Wuqing again, but he knew that he'd deal with her brothers well before her. Although he shook a little from the latent fear inside him, the desire to see the woman he loved burned brighter, steadying his hands. Passing the time, or at least trying to, he couldn't have counted the number of times he'd flatten and smoothed out his garbs. A nervous but excited hand ran through his hair as he thought about Wuqing's dazzling face, the smile she'd get whenever she was around the children, the glimmer in her eyes as they'd make small chat over a warm cup of tea. Lost in the thought of the moment, he almost didn't notice the three brothers walking towards him, and immediately straightened as they approached.