[ Dan Heng can't help the shudder of pure, absolute delight that courses through him in response to the other man's words. I hope you keep losing track—that doesn't mean I don't want more—There's something so hot about the way Yingxing talks to him, urges him on, and of course the younger man knows that, as a rock star, he's had his fair share of partners, and it's not like he's ever seen into any of those relationships beyond the surface-level, but...
...is it weird to think that there's something special about this?
Is it just wishful thinking?
And it's strange, but Dan Heng, who doubts himself on so many other things, doesn't think so.
He groans lowly, arching up against Yingxing as the other's hand smooths over his belly, as his fingers dip to start stroking over his clit. ]
I... mngh, fuck... y-yeah, if you keep doing that...
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...is it weird to think that there's something special about this?
Is it just wishful thinking?
And it's strange, but Dan Heng, who doubts himself on so many other things, doesn't think so.
He groans lowly, arching up against Yingxing as the other's hand smooths over his belly, as his fingers dip to start stroking over his clit. ]
I... mngh, fuck... y-yeah, if you keep doing that...