[His hand travels up once more, arm fully draped around his shoulders and neck bared with little reservations. This time, Shi Qingxuan moves in earnest, fingers steady and coaxing in a manner of someone used to stealthy, short trysts. His breath hitches against Xue Yang's skin, hips stuttering and knees shaking over his lap. It's good. The little fuss the young man makes and his quiet, dark demeanor is good. Thinking about it is almost enough to send Shi Qingxuan over the edge on its own.]
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[His hand travels up once more, arm fully draped around his shoulders and neck bared with little reservations. This time, Shi Qingxuan moves in earnest, fingers steady and coaxing in a manner of someone used to stealthy, short trysts. His breath hitches against Xue Yang's skin, hips stuttering and knees shaking over his lap. It's good. The little fuss the young man makes and his quiet, dark demeanor is good. Thinking about it is almost enough to send Shi Qingxuan over the edge on its own.]