[ dan heng might not realize how crazy that humming is driving him, but yingxing nevertheless groans again when he feels it, hot pre spilling against his tongue. ]
Mmm.. that humming - feels good.
[ since he remembers, half-aware, of how dan heng had asked him to mention what he likes. what's working for him. he pushes the fringe from dan heng's eyes, watching the flush of his cheeks, his lips parted around quick exhales. ]
Getting close..
[ he murmurs, his thighs tense with effort, pupils blown wide as he watches dan heng, entranced. ]
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Mmm.. that humming - feels good.
[ since he remembers, half-aware, of how dan heng had asked him to mention what he likes. what's working for him. he pushes the fringe from dan heng's eyes, watching the flush of his cheeks, his lips parted around quick exhales. ]
Getting close..
[ he murmurs, his thighs tense with effort, pupils blown wide as he watches dan heng, entranced. ]