[As Xue Yang pushes forward, perhaps the willows realize their lack of strength compared to his, and they touch as much as they can before they're separated. Xiao Xingchen, already overwhelmed, can't think to at least bat the willow branches away. They brush against his lips as some try to slip inside, pressing the edges of their leaves against hardened nipples—one even slips between his legs to curve upwards and push against the wet entrance.
He hardly feels his back against the floor of the boat, only recognizing a shift in his position and a more solid, substantial heat atop him.
His legs lock around the man's waist as he holds them both together tighter, trying to fuck himself on his cock despite the pants still in the way. If he was close to tears from arousal before, he can only cry into the kiss now, desperately hoping the man won't make him wait any longer.
At least the man's pants are loose, without the belt holding them... all he would need to do is to pull the front down—]
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He hardly feels his back against the floor of the boat, only recognizing a shift in his position and a more solid, substantial heat atop him.
His legs lock around the man's waist as he holds them both together tighter, trying to fuck himself on his cock despite the pants still in the way. If he was close to tears from arousal before, he can only cry into the kiss now, desperately hoping the man won't make him wait any longer.
At least the man's pants are loose, without the belt holding them... all he would need to do is to pull the front down—]