[ By the end of this, he'll have lost count of how many orgasms he's had. In the wake of the first, Yingxing's fingers fuck hard into him, tongue and lips working over the nipple in his mouth; by the time the other's mouth travels low enough that his mouth can close over his clit, he's lost himself at least once more, thrashing against the bed as those fingers curl up against his fluttering, clenching walls. In the end, the fingers of both hands tangle in Yingxing's hair as he writhes against the bed. This is what he's needed from the start, so much more than trying to take care of himself like before...
He licks his lips, remembering himself, huffing a low groan as he tries to find the words to speak; Yingxing says he sounds good, but surely the way he sounds is nothing in comparison to how wonderful the other feels, opening him up and taunting orgasm after orgasm from him.
The close of the guitarist's lips over his clit, the swipe of a tongue, have Dan Heng jerk, cry out as his hips arch towards the other's face, as his fingers tighten in long hair hard enough to tug just that little bit. It's so much that it's overwhelming, and yet at the same time he wants more of it—
and more in general, not just Yingxing's mouth but his cock, so hard before—even though he can't feel it now that the other has shifted lower—hard for him like it's some sort of dream— ]
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He licks his lips, remembering himself, huffing a low groan as he tries to find the words to speak; Yingxing says he sounds good, but surely the way he sounds is nothing in comparison to how wonderful the other feels, opening him up and taunting orgasm after orgasm from him.
The close of the guitarist's lips over his clit, the swipe of a tongue, have Dan Heng jerk, cry out as his hips arch towards the other's face, as his fingers tighten in long hair hard enough to tug just that little bit. It's so much that it's overwhelming, and yet at the same time he wants more of it—
and more in general, not just Yingxing's mouth but his cock, so hard before—even though he can't feel it now that the other has shifted lower—hard for him like it's some sort of dream— ]
That's—ngh—yes, please..