[ He hasn't quite worked out yet how good his humming feels for Yingxing. If anything, it's more a method of communicating right now than anything else, hence the hummed, murmured response as he starts to move, an agreement that he won't take more than he can handle right now. It's like that that he moves, working to please the other, taking him as deep as he possibly can with each bob of his head—
—and somewhere, vaguely amidst the building, cloying heat, he wonders if he'll ever be able to take him all—
hand working in firm strokes over him to make sure all of him enjoys it, not just what little Dan Heng can reach.
And the whole time, he watches as well as he can, enjoys the expressions playing over the other's face, the expression he wears that shows the struggle, the pleasure all at once. Selfishly, he wants to be the best he's ever had, and the more he watches, the more he can learn... ]
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—and somewhere, vaguely amidst the building, cloying heat, he wonders if he'll ever be able to take him all—
hand working in firm strokes over him to make sure all of him enjoys it, not just what little Dan Heng can reach.
And the whole time, he watches as well as he can, enjoys the expressions playing over the other's face, the expression he wears that shows the struggle, the pleasure all at once. Selfishly, he wants to be the best he's ever had, and the more he watches, the more he can learn... ]