[ Gods help him, Dan Heng has never wanted something this much before. Later, when he thinks about it, he'll recognize how far it goes even beyond the need driven by his heat—this desire is something Yingxing has built up all on his own, brought him to just by virtue of the pleasure he offers. Not only is the sound in the room now that of his slick, but he can hear too the moans coming from between his legs, answering his own as he all but grinds up into the other's face.
He doesn't think he'll last much longer, suddenly, and it doesn't help matters when Yingxing's fingers curl, stroking those more sensitive places, the pace of his ministrations sped up in response to the fingers practically tugging at his hair. ]
Y-Yingxing, I... fuck—
[ Dan Heng thinks wildly that he's cursed more in the past 24 hours than he has in the entirety of his life. ]
Please, just... hngh, a little more— faster, harder, something I'm so close—
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He doesn't think he'll last much longer, suddenly, and it doesn't help matters when Yingxing's fingers curl, stroking those more sensitive places, the pace of his ministrations sped up in response to the fingers practically tugging at his hair. ]
Y-Yingxing, I... fuck—
[ Dan Heng thinks wildly that he's cursed more in the past 24 hours than he has in the entirety of his life. ]
Please, just... hngh, a little more— faster, harder, something I'm so close—