[ Dan Heng is just starting to think that he can do this when Yingxing starts to talk. Not the part where he accepts his apology, no; what he says as Dan Heng starts to move, his voice all but a purr as he praises him, noting how wet he still is, how much of the night before he's managed to retain. The younger man's cheeks burn and he groans under his breath, the sound a little sharper as Yingxing's hips roll up and into him.
He shakes his head just a little. ]
The sheets... the bedding, it's... all really wet, [ he manages, and there's something of an apology in his tone. More than he could have imagined, he likes the way the other calls him a good boy, but right now he feels that the praise is undeserved, that he needs to be filled up again so he can do it better—
(Or is that just the heat, driving him mad with the desire to be filled again?)
He huffs out a sigh as his hips move harder down against the other's cock. ]
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He shakes his head just a little. ]
The sheets... the bedding, it's... all really wet, [ he manages, and there's something of an apology in his tone. More than he could have imagined, he likes the way the other calls him a good boy, but right now he feels that the praise is undeserved, that he needs to be filled up again so he can do it better—
(Or is that just the heat, driving him mad with the desire to be filled again?)
He huffs out a sigh as his hips move harder down against the other's cock. ]
I can... I can do better.