[ Xue Yang presses into that leg, and then responds to it with a grind of his own. From warm ache between his own legs, Xue Yang can tell that he's starting to get hard at this point, and it's all the more exciting. He pushes the one hand in a little further, starting to strain the jeans somewhat but still not enough for him to actually reach his target.
But he can do plenty with his other hand, and that's what he starts to focus on at the moment. The shirt is almost completely bunched up around neck and armpits by now. Xue Yang's pressing fingertips turn to nails, and without much warning he drags his hand back down Suzaku's torso all the way to his stomach, pressing hard enough to leave angry red lines but not quite looking to draw blood just yet.
His own pants remain on his hips, easy to pull down now that his belt is gone but still there for lack of any attempt. ]
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But he can do plenty with his other hand, and that's what he starts to focus on at the moment. The shirt is almost completely bunched up around neck and armpits by now. Xue Yang's pressing fingertips turn to nails, and without much warning he drags his hand back down Suzaku's torso all the way to his stomach, pressing hard enough to leave angry red lines but not quite looking to draw blood just yet.
His own pants remain on his hips, easy to pull down now that his belt is gone but still there for lack of any attempt. ]