[ As soon as he's sure his fingers have found the right spot he licks his way over to a hip so he isn't overstimulating Jiang Cheng too much, letting him ride those long digits however he likes to get a feel for them, always making sure to sink them as deeply as possible with each pass over a prostate. Xichen can't keep his eyes off him, cooing praise from where sticky kisses are painting over soft skin, free hand petting a thigh. ]
That's it, you sound so lovely. Don't quieten yourself, tiger.
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That's it, you sound so lovely. Don't quieten yourself, tiger.
[ Sweet kitten ... ]