[ It's overwhelming. He can feel how hard Yingxing is, and even on its own, it's overwhelming that the other is like that for him, especially after such scant moments have passed like this. The thought only makes him want more, his hips answering the grind as he bites back a soft groan. Obedient, he parts his thighs further as he's nudged to do so, and the next sound he makes is one he can't make himself bite back, something a little too loud, a little too wanton as Yingxing's hand finds his clit and rubs over it, as his mouth finds a nipple to taste. ]
O-oh... fuck—
[ It's probably the first time Yingxing has ever heard him swear. Usually, his words are carefully chosen, well-spoken, but right now he's lacking control, hips arching blindly into those rolling, rubbing touches. He's so desperate, so heightened already, that he thinks he could maybe come just from this—
But he doesn't, not just yet. When he does come, it's to the sudden plunge of two fingers deep into his cunt, an unbidden moan as his head falls back to the bed, fingers of one hand clutching, tangling in long, silver-white strands. His walls clench down on that finger as a rush of slick floods them, his body tensing and loosening in mere moments. He needed that, he needed someone who wasn't him
(and that it's Yingxing only makes everything all that much better.)
His body looses, but his hips immediately start again, lifting into the other's movements, back arching for his mouth. And unlike the other, there's no worry anymore, not even at the back of his mind, not now that the gnawing hunger is finally being answered. All he wants is more— ]
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O-oh... fuck—
[ It's probably the first time Yingxing has ever heard him swear. Usually, his words are carefully chosen, well-spoken, but right now he's lacking control, hips arching blindly into those rolling, rubbing touches. He's so desperate, so heightened already, that he thinks he could maybe come just from this—
But he doesn't, not just yet. When he does come, it's to the sudden plunge of two fingers deep into his cunt, an unbidden moan as his head falls back to the bed, fingers of one hand clutching, tangling in long, silver-white strands. His walls clench down on that finger as a rush of slick floods them, his body tensing and loosening in mere moments. He needed that, he needed someone who wasn't him
(and that it's Yingxing only makes everything all that much better.)
His body looses, but his hips immediately start again, lifting into the other's movements, back arching for his mouth. And unlike the other, there's no worry anymore, not even at the back of his mind, not now that the gnawing hunger is finally being answered. All he wants is more— ]