He likes the weight in his hand. He likes how it fills out in his grip and he likes not having to answer to common sense. Shi Qingxuan giggles at the feather kisses, the saliva cooling rapidly on his skin, the ticklish hair of the young man's fringe on his chin. He shrugs out of his under robes the best he could without disturbing the grip on Xue Yang.]
Sure. You could leave bites and bruises. Show me what your mouth can do.
[His fingers wrap around in earnest, a thumb moving in circular motion along the head, digging its pad into its slit before rotating down once more.]
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Sure. You could leave bites and bruises. Show me what your mouth can do.
[His fingers wrap around in earnest, a thumb moving in circular motion along the head, digging its pad into its slit before rotating down once more.]