"We can talk about it.." His voice falters, a breathless moan slipping from his lips as those fingers move in just the right way to have him shuddering, his grip white-knuckled as his legs threaten to give out from the way of pleasure.
"After." Because coherence is fading under the touches, his hips rocking back to seek more of Guangyao's touch.
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"After." Because coherence is fading under the touches, his hips rocking back to seek more of Guangyao's touch.