[ The praise shouldn’t thrill him as much as it does, his eyes dark with want. Xichen is reading him like a book, and he lets his hips settle, widening as he presses down to grind gently. Perhaps they should’ve focussed more on eating, less on drinking and lust, but he can’t be blamed.
Shaking his head, he kisses him again, trying to replicate what he’s taught with a king, slow kiss. ]
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Shaking his head, he kisses him again, trying to replicate what he’s taught with a king, slow kiss. ]
So crude, a-Huan…
[ His voice feels a little hoarse. ]
I want you… I want you inside me. Please.