[ Dan Heng groans into Yingxing's mouth, returning the kiss for the brief moment it's pressed into his mouth, hungry and wanton in a way he never imagined he could be. He can't help but whine a little when the kiss is broken, even though he knows it's going to be good for him in the long run, even as his fingers tighten against the counter in anticipation.
The moment Yingxing is settled against him, Dan Heng's fingers curl into his hair again, and he tries not to grip too tightly as the other's tongue swipes over his cunt, slow and delightful and the slimmest of warnings for what comes next as the older man all but dives onto his clit, making his hips buck in pleasured shock. ]
no subject
The moment Yingxing is settled against him, Dan Heng's fingers curl into his hair again, and he tries not to grip too tightly as the other's tongue swipes over his cunt, slow and delightful and the slimmest of warnings for what comes next as the older man all but dives onto his clit, making his hips buck in pleasured shock. ]
Oh—oh, fuck...