[The only response Xue Yang receives is a muddled, unintelligible noise as Xiao Xingchen's head falls back against the pillow. A line of saliva from the corner of his mouth. With his body straining against the bands of the garment he's wearing, they've definitely left pink impressions across his skin. Though where Xue Yang's skin slapped against his, much of it is also quite pink. When he wakes, he'll feel more sore all over than he ever has before... even if it's not all too bad.
After a while, the sensation became what he thought was too much to bear, and he considered stopping Xue Yang. But didn't he do just as he was asked to do? He did it so well too, that Xiao Xingchen really did have no time to think of anything else.
Once Xiao Xingchen realized that, the final barrier in his mind for this had broken, and he could only care about the relentless pleasure. Wasn't he lucky to have someone like this? Someone willing to dedicate their time and energy to him like this, letting him forget the past for a while, even if it's...
Moments when he'd nearly fallen asleep, Xue Yang would thrust in hard and snap him back to wakefulness. Now, however, sleep takes a stronger hold on him, and he won't even stir if Xue Yang goes for another round. His softened limbs fall whenever they will across the bed, legs - covered in the most come and slick he's ever had on him - splayed wide apart.
Despite this, he still squeezes around the cock inside as if to subconsciously plead for one more—even tighter than usual, after all of the friction in the night.]
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After a while, the sensation became what he thought was too much to bear, and he considered stopping Xue Yang. But didn't he do just as he was asked to do? He did it so well too, that Xiao Xingchen really did have no time to think of anything else.
Once Xiao Xingchen realized that, the final barrier in his mind for this had broken, and he could only care about the relentless pleasure. Wasn't he lucky to have someone like this? Someone willing to dedicate their time and energy to him like this, letting him forget the past for a while, even if it's...
Moments when he'd nearly fallen asleep, Xue Yang would thrust in hard and snap him back to wakefulness. Now, however, sleep takes a stronger hold on him, and he won't even stir if Xue Yang goes for another round. His softened limbs fall whenever they will across the bed, legs - covered in the most come and slick he's ever had on him - splayed wide apart.
Despite this, he still squeezes around the cock inside as if to subconsciously plead for one more—even tighter than usual, after all of the friction in the night.]