[ A third orgasm in such a short space of time, and Yingxing hasn't given him more than his fingers and his mouth; Dan Heng is panting, all but writhing against the bed as he comes apart all over again, voice hoarse as it cries out, body aching with both his pleasure and his desire to have still more. It's the same ache that has his cunt clench down around those fingers again as Yingxing pulls back to look at him, pupils blown so wide that his eyes look black, the look of a predator written on his face even as he licks his lips clean of the glistening mess Dan Heng has made.
"an absolute mess" is right; there's no protesting it, not even if he wanted to, the younger man groaning in answer, eyes half-lidded as he breathes around the words, lifts his wrist to his mouth, bites the skin to try to stop himself from begging for more when he's already had so much—
Except maybe Yingxing wants him to beg, the darkness in those eyes bearing down on him the same way that the other's body does, fierce and demanding. Say the words, he says, and Dan Heng bites back a whimper, drops his wrist, lifts his hand to cup the older man's cheek instead, fingers splayed over perfect skin as he breathes a shaky sigh. ]
Fuck me, [ he whispers. ] Please. I need you to fuck me.
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"an absolute mess" is right; there's no protesting it, not even if he wanted to, the younger man groaning in answer, eyes half-lidded as he breathes around the words, lifts his wrist to his mouth, bites the skin to try to stop himself from begging for more when he's already had so much—
Except maybe Yingxing wants him to beg, the darkness in those eyes bearing down on him the same way that the other's body does, fierce and demanding. Say the words, he says, and Dan Heng bites back a whimper, drops his wrist, lifts his hand to cup the older man's cheek instead, fingers splayed over perfect skin as he breathes a shaky sigh. ]
Fuck me, [ he whispers. ] Please. I need you to fuck me.