[ For a moment, he starts to nod, starts to tell Yingxing that yes, that's the way it is—But he's distracted, any attempt to talk stolen fast by the way the other pushes a knee between his thighs, nudging right up against his core in a way that makes his voice trail off into a sharp moan, that has his hips pressing down, all but grinding his cunt down against the other.
And to the rest of it, he tips his head back, fingers tangling in long white hair, breath tripping off his mouth in small gasps as Yingxing's mouth drags over his jaw, his throat, tasting the salt off his skin in a way that has the young Vidyadhara squirming under him, his cunt answering with another gush of slick that the guitarist will no doubt feel.
Yingxing has wanted him too? Aeons...
Dan Heng swallows hard, nods as he settles back into the torn cocoon of all the other's things, bathing in his scent even as he watches him with blown eyes and trembling breath. ]
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And to the rest of it, he tips his head back, fingers tangling in long white hair, breath tripping off his mouth in small gasps as Yingxing's mouth drags over his jaw, his throat, tasting the salt off his skin in a way that has the young Vidyadhara squirming under him, his cunt answering with another gush of slick that the guitarist will no doubt feel.
Yingxing has wanted him too? Aeons...
Dan Heng swallows hard, nods as he settles back into the torn cocoon of all the other's things, bathing in his scent even as he watches him with blown eyes and trembling breath. ]
Okay, [ he whispers. ] Please.