[ dan heng comes for him yet again, beautifully and shamelessly, his slick running down yingxing's chin and throat, staining the collar of his sleeveless shirt and rolling down his forearm, testament to dan heng's pleasure. yingxing hums, satisfied, lapping slowly at dan heng's poor abused clit before he finally pulls away with a grin and slips his fingers free. he leans his head against dan heng's thigh. ]
Better than you imagined, hmm?
[ wiping his mouth and chin with his knuckles, yingxing straightens up and stands comfortably between dan heng's knees, resting both hands on his hips as he nudges their noses together, still grinning. ]
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Better than you imagined, hmm?
[ wiping his mouth and chin with his knuckles, yingxing straightens up and stands comfortably between dan heng's knees, resting both hands on his hips as he nudges their noses together, still grinning. ]
And just how often did you imagine it?