[ Later, even Dan Heng will be shocked by the whine of protest that leaves his lips when Yingxing comes—this time, without burying his knot deep inside the younger man. It's an unfair complaint, deeply selfish, because everything else about it is exactly what he needs, even down to the veritable flooding of his cunt and womb, his stomach swollen almost to the point of discomfort now.
(It's probably for the best that he isn't knotted, really, even as he complains about it.) ]
So good... [ His words are heavy and slurred, broken by a rough groan at the sensation of Yingxing's fingers continuing to roll gently over him. ] Feels so good...
[ And then he returns the bite, perhaps a little too hard—perhaps scolding, just a bit. ]
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(It's probably for the best that he isn't knotted, really, even as he complains about it.) ]
So good... [ His words are heavy and slurred, broken by a rough groan at the sensation of Yingxing's fingers continuing to roll gently over him. ] Feels so good...
[ And then he returns the bite, perhaps a little too hard—perhaps scolding, just a bit. ]
I wanted your knot, though.