[ Dan Heng groans in response to the question, nodding as his fingers, still curled through Yingxing's hair, tighten. One hand unthreads itself and drags down over the other's face, anchoring at his shoulder as his teeth press harder into his lip. ]
Y-yeah. Fuck... so good. More, please—
[ He knows that he won't get more for asking, that the other is enjoying teasing him, and yet he can't quite help but ask for it, hips arching towards the other even as a soft whimper escapes his lips. ]
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Y-yeah. Fuck... so good. More, please—
[ He knows that he won't get more for asking, that the other is enjoying teasing him, and yet he can't quite help but ask for it, hips arching towards the other even as a soft whimper escapes his lips. ]
Yingxing... nngh...