[ jing yuan's mouth closes over his sensitive nipple, and yingxing groans low, arching, his hands sliding down jing yuan's back and up again, slipping into his thick hair.
huaiyan.. he would have thought that he had disappointed the old man so thoroughly that he would never want to hear his name again, let alone see his face. so much had changed. he'd killed a man with his bare hands. how could his master forgive that? forgive him? he doesn't want to think about it right now, he just wants to think about jing yuan. ]
Mm, and I'll take you to bed that night and make love to you until morning.
( jing yuan doesn't stop, relentless in his affection as he suckles his nipple, making wet, sinful little sounds.
he's enthralled by his lover's body, hands smoothing over his sternum, up his chest, then down his hips to curl around his cock lovingly. he knows what yingxing is likely to be thinking, but he wants to distract him from it — what's done is done, the damage wrought; all that is left is to continue moving onward, to pick up the pieces. he shifts, pulling up so that he can meet him in the eye, gaze searching.
his gaze is warm, and he leads him right to the memory instead of the awful things that's happened between them since. no, there is always hope for them both. )
Like the first time we got married. ( he laughs softly. ) I fell asleep during the third round, though. Remember? And we were so loud, they had to give us a suite.
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huaiyan.. he would have thought that he had disappointed the old man so thoroughly that he would never want to hear his name again, let alone see his face. so much had changed. he'd killed a man with his bare hands. how could his master forgive that? forgive him? he doesn't want to think about it right now, he just wants to think about jing yuan. ]
Mm, and I'll take you to bed that night and make love to you until morning.
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he's enthralled by his lover's body, hands smoothing over his sternum, up his chest, then down his hips to curl around his cock lovingly. he knows what yingxing is likely to be thinking, but he wants to distract him from it — what's done is done, the damage wrought; all that is left is to continue moving onward, to pick up the pieces. he shifts, pulling up so that he can meet him in the eye, gaze searching.
his gaze is warm, and he leads him right to the memory instead of the awful things that's happened between them since. no, there is always hope for them both. )
Like the first time we got married. ( he laughs softly. ) I fell asleep during the third round, though. Remember? And we were so loud, they had to give us a suite.