[Suzaku's fingers have stilled inside of Xue Yang. He listens to him speak, watches the way his mouth doesn't hesitate to move when speaking so freely of cutting out tongues and hurting others. He's honest, but he doesn't sound proud.
Suzaku lets him finish before continuing the relentless push of his fingers, coming to the conclusion that he's just about prepared Xue Yang to take him. Just like that, Suzaku brusquely tugs off his lap and positions himself between his thighs.]
Is there anything you do care about?
[That might've been a genuine question, facetious as it sounds. Suzaku doesn't wait for the answer before pushing himself inside of Xue Yang.]
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Suzaku lets him finish before continuing the relentless push of his fingers, coming to the conclusion that he's just about prepared Xue Yang to take him. Just like that, Suzaku brusquely tugs off his lap and positions himself between his thighs.]
Is there anything you do care about?
[That might've been a genuine question, facetious as it sounds. Suzaku doesn't wait for the answer before pushing himself inside of Xue Yang.]