[Dan Feng's lips part when he feels Yingxing's teeth nip at his lower lip, a shudder working its way down his spine as he feels the other man's hot tongue against his own. There's something desperate in the way he presses into the kiss as best he can, his tongue tracing the line of the artist's teeth as he learns his shape and taste.
He's never felt so good before, not even nearly so -- certainly never with any previous partner -- and it's only Yingxing's fingers fucking into him so far. Dan Feng can feel the shape of his lover's cock hard through layers of fabric, a deep need blooming inside of him -- crashing through him in waves of fire -- a deep need to feel that cock just as roughly as the touch of long, talented fingers.
Without thought, Dan Feng allows his thigh to move where Yingxing guides him -- allows his legs to part easily enough for the man's hips to fit between them.. almost as if he needs to let the artist know just where he wants to feel him.
His fingertips curl more tightly around beautiful white hair as the sounds he breathes into the press of their lips grow more and more desperate. Never before had anyone swept him away in so much pleasure, certainly not so quickly, and the pace of each gasped breath picks up as he feels tension coiling its way through his abdomen.]
F..uck... I--mmn..!
[Still doing his best to keep his voice down, it's all Dan Feng can do to gasp against those warm lips.. before he tips his head back against Yingxing's shoulder. It's intense, the way he can feel himself beginning to fall apart... but even more intense is how desperately he wants to still be touched... how desperately he wants Yingxing to fuck him into this couch. Or anywhere.]
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He's never felt so good before, not even nearly so -- certainly never with any previous partner -- and it's only Yingxing's fingers fucking into him so far. Dan Feng can feel the shape of his lover's cock hard through layers of fabric, a deep need blooming inside of him -- crashing through him in waves of fire -- a deep need to feel that cock just as roughly as the touch of long, talented fingers.
Without thought, Dan Feng allows his thigh to move where Yingxing guides him -- allows his legs to part easily enough for the man's hips to fit between them.. almost as if he needs to let the artist know just where he wants to feel him.
His fingertips curl more tightly around beautiful white hair as the sounds he breathes into the press of their lips grow more and more desperate. Never before had anyone swept him away in so much pleasure, certainly not so quickly, and the pace of each gasped breath picks up as he feels tension coiling its way through his abdomen.]
F..uck... I--mmn..!
[Still doing his best to keep his voice down, it's all Dan Feng can do to gasp against those warm lips.. before he tips his head back against Yingxing's shoulder. It's intense, the way he can feel himself beginning to fall apart... but even more intense is how desperately he wants to still be touched... how desperately he wants Yingxing to fuck him into this couch. Or anywhere.]