[ Very quickly, Dan Heng melts. He goes from moaning and clutching his fingers in Yingxing's hair to writhing under his ministrations, lips parting in shallow, whiny gasps as his hips buck up against the other's mouth. It's so good, each suck of his clit sending a sharp wave of pleasure through him, each well-timed thrust of his fingers making him keen in a low, shaken voice. Yingxing knows exactly what he's doing by making it slow, teasing him even as he offers so much pleasure.
The room fills with them: with the wet sounds of Yingxing's fingers moving against him as Dan Heng writhes and moans, with the mingling scents of the remnants of breakfast, of his own sopping cunt practically dripping all over again with need, of the older man's growing arousal, thick with the same aromas that have been driving Dan Heng mad for the past day.
(And, if Yingxing thinks he'll leave him needy after this, he has another thing coming. As much as Dan Heng's heat wants satiation, he wants to please the other man as well...)
With another groan, he pulls his fingers from the counter, both hands buried now in Yingxing's hair. ]
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The room fills with them: with the wet sounds of Yingxing's fingers moving against him as Dan Heng writhes and moans, with the mingling scents of the remnants of breakfast, of his own sopping cunt practically dripping all over again with need, of the older man's growing arousal, thick with the same aromas that have been driving Dan Heng mad for the past day.
(And, if Yingxing thinks he'll leave him needy after this, he has another thing coming. As much as Dan Heng's heat wants satiation, he wants to please the other man as well...)
With another groan, he pulls his fingers from the counter, both hands buried now in Yingxing's hair. ]
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