[ The realization that Yingxing is awake comes just before he murmurs his greeting, as he shifts, rolling his hips and pushing his hardening cock in deeper just as Dan Heng grinds down against it, making the younger's breath stutter, his back arch as he lets out a low, desperate moan. The sound ends up just echoing the morning greeting, and Dan Heng colors with a hint of embarrassment even as his head tips back, giving Yingxing the room he wants to leave those kisses. ]
Good morning, [ he whispers back. And then, because he has enough presence of mind at least to apologize: ] I'm sorry, I woke up and I needed...
[ Before he can finish the sentence, though, they're rolled, Yingxing on his back and Dan Heng straddled across him, half-sitting in his lap due to the way he's been moving. And usually, here, he would hesitate, the shyness would claim him—even now, it tries to, red climbing his cheeks as he looks down at the other's grinning face—but in this moment he needs enough that the embarrassment is put aside, that his only answer is to continue moving his hips, rolling them down against that steadily-hardening cock.
He breathes out a low groan, eyes closing as his head tips back, hands bracing on that powerful chest. ]
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Good morning, [ he whispers back. And then, because he has enough presence of mind at least to apologize: ] I'm sorry, I woke up and I needed...
[ Before he can finish the sentence, though, they're rolled, Yingxing on his back and Dan Heng straddled across him, half-sitting in his lap due to the way he's been moving. And usually, here, he would hesitate, the shyness would claim him—even now, it tries to, red climbing his cheeks as he looks down at the other's grinning face—but in this moment he needs enough that the embarrassment is put aside, that his only answer is to continue moving his hips, rolling them down against that steadily-hardening cock.
He breathes out a low groan, eyes closing as his head tips back, hands bracing on that powerful chest. ]