[The swing of the ropes pulling him back onto Xue Yang's cock isn't the hardest or fastest he's felt, yet it does something strange to his mind, sending a unique thrill through him. Whenever bound before, he was always held in place, only to accept being fucked. Now it's as if gravity has forced him to take part. He can think of times where he straddled Xue Yang's hips and rode him as if he had no way to make himself stop.
But different from then, because now Xue Yang even more control.
Xue Yang's tongue and hands built up his crescendo with no rush. Now as Xue Yang fucks into him, everything else is amplified at once. The drag of the ropes against his skin, his thighs burning held so far apart, the lingering pinpoints of heat Xue Yang on him--
He wants to writhe and thrash about, overwhelmed, as if his own motions can transfer out of him the tension winding up inside. Merciless, the ropes keep him still and force him to feel all of it.
The only outlet is to cry out every time the ropes pull him back onto Xue Yang's cock. Yet after adjusting to this too, he feels himself make a needy, mewling sound when momentum takes him off too quickly.]
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But different from then, because now Xue Yang even more control.
Xue Yang's tongue and hands built up his crescendo with no rush. Now as Xue Yang fucks into him, everything else is amplified at once. The drag of the ropes against his skin, his thighs burning held so far apart, the lingering pinpoints of heat Xue Yang on him--
He wants to writhe and thrash about, overwhelmed, as if his own motions can transfer out of him the tension winding up inside. Merciless, the ropes keep him still and force him to feel all of it.
The only outlet is to cry out every time the ropes pull him back onto Xue Yang's cock. Yet after adjusting to this too, he feels himself make a needy, mewling sound when momentum takes him off too quickly.]