You've spoiled me, my love.

( his kisses trail down from his lips to his throat, down and down to lick his clavicle before his mouth finds a nipple, soothing away the little pinches. pleased when yingxing massages his scalp the way he likes, he hums softly at that observation.

... well, yes. )

Only the ones who are still our friends. There are more of them than you think. Even your master...