[ Where Yingxing's eyes close, Dan Heng's eyes stay open—widen, even, trained down on the arch of his own stomach upward, the slight swell of his belly growing as he's filled all over again, a sharp moan on his lips. His fingers clutch handfuls of pale hair, and once he's seen it, he lets his eyes sink shut again, practically slumping into the older man as he pants out breath after breath, body clenching and trembling around him. ]
Oh, fuck...
[ It's a helpless little echo, and Dan Heng's fingers reach, cupping at Yingxing's cheek and pulling him in closer, mouth pressing soft and insistent against the elder's.
He hasn't really thought about what he said, or the implications, and right now there's no room in his mind for it anyway. Everything is just afterglow and bliss. ]
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Oh, fuck...
[ It's a helpless little echo, and Dan Heng's fingers reach, cupping at Yingxing's cheek and pulling him in closer, mouth pressing soft and insistent against the elder's.
He hasn't really thought about what he said, or the implications, and right now there's no room in his mind for it anyway. Everything is just afterglow and bliss. ]
Ngh.. that was perfect...