[ Dan Heng whines, writhes under those last few slow laps over his clit, unaware right now of how much of a mess he's made of the other. With a soft groan, he sinks back, relaxes into the countertop as he feels Yingxing's head lean against his thigh.
And then, belatedly, he realizes what he said, and his face turns pink, a groan of frustration and embarrassment on his lips; if it weren't for the nose that nudges against his in the next moment, he'd probably hide his face in both hands. ]
I... ugh. I didn't mean to say that, [ he admits, his voice low. But... if they've just gone this far... surely he can...
A breath. ]
Often. I imagined it pretty often. And, um. [ Another breath, and then a brave addition rushes forth: ] The other way around, too.
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And then, belatedly, he realizes what he said, and his face turns pink, a groan of frustration and embarrassment on his lips; if it weren't for the nose that nudges against his in the next moment, he'd probably hide his face in both hands. ]
I... ugh. I didn't mean to say that, [ he admits, his voice low. But... if they've just gone this far... surely he can...
A breath. ]
Often. I imagined it pretty often. And, um. [ Another breath, and then a brave addition rushes forth: ] The other way around, too.