[ yingxing can't help but feel a little ashamed of the fact that he's wanted this from the moment dan heng walked in the door, had been hoping the young man would ask for his assistance. he's a weak man, and the idea of getting into dan heng's pants at last had been enticing from the get-go, making it all too easy to sink into him now.
in the back of his mind, he knows that this is dangerous. yingxing is much older than him, and despite the fact that dan heng is grown and more than of age, it still feels irresponsible. not to mention the mess of pulling dan heng into the lifestyle of a celebrity, and the very real fact that dan feng will, in fact, flay him alive if he finds out about this. he's always been very protective of his younger sibling.
but gods, in the moment, he can hardly bear the need. yingxing groans against dan heng's skin when he feels the gush of heat against his thigh, and he grinds his body down, the hot, hard press of his cock rubbing against dan heng's cunt, separated only by a few layers of cotton.
but not yet. not yet. first, yingxing allows his mouth and hands to work, his right smoothing over dan heng's hip and down, grasping his thigh, coaxing them further open, while his left dips down right where dan heng needs him most. dragging his fingers through the silken wet folds of him, yingxing easily locates the bud of his clit, rubbing it slowly while mouthing over dan heng's chest, over the small swell there, closing his mouth over a pert, pink nipple.
his head is spinning. dan heng smells so good, sounds so good, needy and desperate and clinging to him. his right hand comes up, cupping the opposite side of dan heng's chest, roughened thumb rubbing over the nub of his nipple just as two fingers slide easily into his cunt, pushing deep in one smooth motion. ]
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in the back of his mind, he knows that this is dangerous. yingxing is much older than him, and despite the fact that dan heng is grown and more than of age, it still feels irresponsible. not to mention the mess of pulling dan heng into the lifestyle of a celebrity, and the very real fact that dan feng will, in fact, flay him alive if he finds out about this. he's always been very protective of his younger sibling.
but gods, in the moment, he can hardly bear the need. yingxing groans against dan heng's skin when he feels the gush of heat against his thigh, and he grinds his body down, the hot, hard press of his cock rubbing against dan heng's cunt, separated only by a few layers of cotton.
but not yet. not yet. first, yingxing allows his mouth and hands to work, his right smoothing over dan heng's hip and down, grasping his thigh, coaxing them further open, while his left dips down right where dan heng needs him most. dragging his fingers through the silken wet folds of him, yingxing easily locates the bud of his clit, rubbing it slowly while mouthing over dan heng's chest, over the small swell there, closing his mouth over a pert, pink nipple.
his head is spinning. dan heng smells so good, sounds so good, needy and desperate and clinging to him. his right hand comes up, cupping the opposite side of dan heng's chest, roughened thumb rubbing over the nub of his nipple just as two fingers slide easily into his cunt, pushing deep in one smooth motion. ]