[Yingxing's hands come to rest on his hips, and Dan Feng's heart races in his chest, the pace of his breathing picking up even further. Those warm hands feel so hot against his skin, each touch like fire as it sends waves of warmth through his body. Never once has he ever experienced something quite like this, regardless of how warm a partner had been in comparison to himself.
The artist's warm mouth on his bare shoulder feels better than it has any right to, and it's really all Dan Feng can do to keep himself quieter. He'd always thought himself a rather quiet person... but perhaps that had been simply because he'd never found the right partner.
He's lost, once those hands slide against his skin -- once those hot kisses are pressed to his skin. Soft sounds of pleasure begin to chase each breath he takes, heat pooling low in his body as he feels the beginnings of an ache in his lap.]
Yingxing.. [He leans back into the artist's body, voice low and trembling as his eyes flutter closed.] .. please...
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The artist's warm mouth on his bare shoulder feels better than it has any right to, and it's really all Dan Feng can do to keep himself quieter. He'd always thought himself a rather quiet person... but perhaps that had been simply because he'd never found the right partner.
He's lost, once those hands slide against his skin -- once those hot kisses are pressed to his skin. Soft sounds of pleasure begin to chase each breath he takes, heat pooling low in his body as he feels the beginnings of an ache in his lap.]
Yingxing.. [He leans back into the artist's body, voice low and trembling as his eyes flutter closed.] .. please...