[ Jiang Cheng knows that he has come so deeply, so harshly that it's as if he has fallen into a flood of water, and he is mortified by it. Never before has he come so hard, and never before has he still felt so needy after it, as if he couldn't do anything more than force himself to exist through the bone-shaking pleasure of the orgasm his brother has wrung from him. His legs are twitching from it, his eyes shut as tight as they can go, and he feels...
He feels, a little too much, he thinks, suddenly exhausted and alight at the same time, desperate for more but not being sure how to ask. After his orgasm, with the fingers gone, he feels strangely hollow, strangely empty, as if he's bereft, somehow, or as if something has been taken from him, but he can't put into words what he needs Wei Wuxian to do. It's too much, too mortifying a request.
Especially when Wei Wuxian is almost smothering his cunt with kisses and licks and taking every last drop of it into his mouth.
Each kiss is a balm to his wounded pride, however, to the sharp points of his brittle ego, and eventually he is lounging, lax in the bed, dazed as he comes back to himself and tries to remember what it feels like to breathe. Not even his brother's words are enough to inspire his anger, even if the passive urge for it remains. ]
No. I'm not going to say anything.
[ The drag of a cock against his cunt is tempting, though, tantalising, and it makes him gasp. He rocks, letting his legs wrap around him, tugging him close and trying desperately to let his empty pussy swallow his brother's cock. ]
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He feels, a little too much, he thinks, suddenly exhausted and alight at the same time, desperate for more but not being sure how to ask. After his orgasm, with the fingers gone, he feels strangely hollow, strangely empty, as if he's bereft, somehow, or as if something has been taken from him, but he can't put into words what he needs Wei Wuxian to do. It's too much, too mortifying a request.
Especially when Wei Wuxian is almost smothering his cunt with kisses and licks and taking every last drop of it into his mouth.
Each kiss is a balm to his wounded pride, however, to the sharp points of his brittle ego, and eventually he is lounging, lax in the bed, dazed as he comes back to himself and tries to remember what it feels like to breathe. Not even his brother's words are enough to inspire his anger, even if the passive urge for it remains. ]
No. I'm not going to say anything.
[ The drag of a cock against his cunt is tempting, though, tantalising, and it makes him gasp. He rocks, letting his legs wrap around him, tugging him close and trying desperately to let his empty pussy swallow his brother's cock. ]
Just give it to me!