[Xiao Xingchen should feel confused at such an absurd idea. Not only should he doubt that Xue Yang could keep that patience and interest, but he ought to wince for what his body would withstand that way.
Yet the thought of being fucked all the time, never allowed a moment to think—it knocks the air out of him as his eyes roll back, dizzy from the spike in his arousal. Isn't that the reason why he agreed to this? And the idea has worked so well, this new path so easy to travel down... there's nothing wrong with it—
He hazily considers divulging an ability he's rarely used in the cafe itself: his ability to be in two places at once. The two could repeat last night, but with him taking Xue Yang from front and back this time. Maybe that way, he could fuck Xue Yang into a state of pure bliss, until the man is as obedient as that one time as he awaits another round.
Not now, however. He can try to keep it as a surprise; if he feeds Xue Yang a more powerful aphrodisiac at that time, perhaps by the next morning it'd feel like a dream.
That thought pushes him over the edge, and he cries out as he curls tighter around Xue Yang, burying his face against his chest. He rocks back and forth, in a frenzy to ride out the orgasm until its very end. No matter how often he's already come, he doesn't want to waste any of it, his inner walls still not relenting as they squeeze down hard around Xue Yang once more.]
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Yet the thought of being fucked all the time, never allowed a moment to think—it knocks the air out of him as his eyes roll back, dizzy from the spike in his arousal. Isn't that the reason why he agreed to this? And the idea has worked so well, this new path so easy to travel down... there's nothing wrong with it—
He hazily considers divulging an ability he's rarely used in the cafe itself: his ability to be in two places at once. The two could repeat last night, but with him taking Xue Yang from front and back this time. Maybe that way, he could fuck Xue Yang into a state of pure bliss, until the man is as obedient as that one time as he awaits another round.
Not now, however. He can try to keep it as a surprise; if he feeds Xue Yang a more powerful aphrodisiac at that time, perhaps by the next morning it'd feel like a dream.
That thought pushes him over the edge, and he cries out as he curls tighter around Xue Yang, burying his face against his chest. He rocks back and forth, in a frenzy to ride out the orgasm until its very end. No matter how often he's already come, he doesn't want to waste any of it, his inner walls still not relenting as they squeeze down hard around Xue Yang once more.]