[ His outer layers are shrugged off easily, pooling around him on the bed. When he traces down Jiang Cheng's neck he loosens the collar there and plants a kiss over an adam's apple, mouthing his way as low as he can go. ]
I feel like I should be punished for spoiling you so.
[ The glide of his hands up those thighs mirrors the same touch, kneading high up. ]
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I feel like I should be punished for spoiling you so.
[ The glide of his hands up those thighs mirrors the same touch, kneading high up. ]