[ Dan Heng's cheeks warm, because Yingxing knows the answer to that, he knows he does! But the grin on the other's face... he can't help but soften to it, even as his gaze lowers briefly in embarrassment, as he rests his forehead against his jaw so he can continue to pleasure him without feeling so horrifically mortified. ]
Of course I did.
[ It's a murmur into his throat, Dan Heng's fingers continuing to work over him, exploring the whole length of his cock from the beading tip to the base where the beginning hints of his knot swell, dipping underneath to caress and stroke over his balls before skimming back up to start over. ]
It was never as good as the real thing has been, though.
[ Did he fuck himself to the other's image? Absolutely. Will he offer that for free? Absolutely not. ]
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Of course I did.
[ It's a murmur into his throat, Dan Heng's fingers continuing to work over him, exploring the whole length of his cock from the beading tip to the base where the beginning hints of his knot swell, dipping underneath to caress and stroke over his balls before skimming back up to start over. ]
It was never as good as the real thing has been, though.
[ Did he fuck himself to the other's image? Absolutely. Will he offer that for free? Absolutely not. ]