[Five minutes ago, Shi Qingxuan would have protested and pulled away. But now, the pain only enhances the spike of pleasure coiling in his guts. He's more vocal than his guest, little moans puffing out in the cool air, puffing in small clouds between them before dissipating against Xue Yang's skin.
He now wishes he'd shed his inner robe, as well, as it clung to the cold perspiration on is back.
His strokes speed up, as if to distract him from the little pinpricks of pain every once in a while, blossoming in dark bruises. He's going to be a sigh, and for once there won't be anyone to hide them from.]
I don't even know your name. [He points out carelessly, a hint of amusing breathless in his voice.]
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He now wishes he'd shed his inner robe, as well, as it clung to the cold perspiration on is back.
His strokes speed up, as if to distract him from the little pinpricks of pain every once in a while, blossoming in dark bruises. He's going to be a sigh, and for once there won't be anyone to hide them from.]
I don't even know your name. [He points out carelessly, a hint of amusing breathless in his voice.]