[ He groans at the sensation of Yingxing pressing into him, hands coming to grip at the other man's shoulders as he arches back, trying to keep himself grounded and breathing through the pleasure as the other presses slowly into him. And then, when Yingxing starts to move—
Dan Heng's hand slides, curling into Yingxing's lovely hair again, holding him close as the other presses those hot kisses against his skin, as he fucks into him so slow, so deep that he almost can't handle it. And then the other echoes those thoughts, telling him he can't stand how good he feels, and a short laugh barks off his lips, sweet and rough, almost as much moan as it is laugh. ]
Apparently, our brains are in sync... I was just, mn... thinking the same thing.
[ His fingers coil a little more firmly into the other's hair, using it to turn his face a little closer, so he can lean up, press a heated, hungry kiss into the other's mouth. ]
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Dan Heng's hand slides, curling into Yingxing's lovely hair again, holding him close as the other presses those hot kisses against his skin, as he fucks into him so slow, so deep that he almost can't handle it. And then the other echoes those thoughts, telling him he can't stand how good he feels, and a short laugh barks off his lips, sweet and rough, almost as much moan as it is laugh. ]
Apparently, our brains are in sync... I was just, mn... thinking the same thing.
[ His fingers coil a little more firmly into the other's hair, using it to turn his face a little closer, so he can lean up, press a heated, hungry kiss into the other's mouth. ]
So good...