[ A low groan finds Dan Heng's lips as Yingxing's finger continues to tease over him, rubbing and caressing even as his mouth presses those kisses against his skin and murmurs those low, rough words. Keep fucking himself... yeah, he can do that.
He leans back, hips caught between arching up into his own movements and pressing back into Yingxing's touch, a soft whimper on his lips. ]
Fuck—
[ He bites the sound back in the next moment though, not wanting to hear his own voice at all. What he wants is... ]
Keep talking. Please. Keep talking to me—
[ As it is, he's not sure he'll last much longer... ]
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He leans back, hips caught between arching up into his own movements and pressing back into Yingxing's touch, a soft whimper on his lips. ]
Fuck—
[ He bites the sound back in the next moment though, not wanting to hear his own voice at all. What he wants is... ]
Keep talking. Please. Keep talking to me—
[ As it is, he's not sure he'll last much longer... ]