[ He's not sure what he's expecting when he asks for something new, or what the outcome of such a request will be—but he's certainly not about to complain in response to the slow way the other starts to kiss a path down his throat, nuzzling at his collarbone and breathing against the skin—and who would have known that breath could do that to his insides, turning them to molten gold, his cunt giving a pretty little shiver in answer.
The fingers in Yingxing's hair tighten, and his other hand finds the edge of the bench, holding to its edge. When the other's knuckles drag over him, slow and teasing, he gasps, and his own knuckles whiten from their grip. And when that mouth closes over him, he groans.
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The fingers in Yingxing's hair tighten, and his other hand finds the edge of the bench, holding to its edge. When the other's knuckles drag over him, slow and teasing, he gasps, and his own knuckles whiten from their grip. And when that mouth closes over him, he groans.
Dan Heng is smart, and— ]
Aeons... you're going to tease me, aren't you...