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[The switch to a slower pace brings Huaisang back from that edge. His hands continue to move restlessly in their restraints and he tries to even out his breathing again. Quieter moans still escape him as he leans his head forward to bury his face against Xue Yang's neck briefly before pulling back again. His eyes flutter half-closed, brow furrowing and he concentrates on the dick moving inside him. His own is leaking pre-come, enough that it's clear that even with the slower pace, he not going to last much longer.]

I want to touch you...

[His tone's plaintive, pleading.]

Please... Take me down so I can touch you... We can keep going then...

[He won't run. He couldn't even if he wanted to. But surely, there's a bed in this building somewhere to make completely theirs.]