[Huaisang kisses back just as roughly, tossing the rope and fruit aside on the bed for the moment in favor of scratching his nails down Xue Yang's back again, his other hand tightly the other man's hair. He pulls it sharply, jerking the other man's head back to regain access to his neck. He's abandoned gentleness for now, the kisses replaced completely by stinging bites, as he proceeds to start riding Xue Yang's cock hard in his lap.
While Huaisang works on one side of his lover's neck, the hand on Xue Yang's back slides back around to rest over his throat instead, thumb pressing lightly against his windpipe.]
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While Huaisang works on one side of his lover's neck, the hand on Xue Yang's back slides back around to rest over his throat instead, thumb pressing lightly against his windpipe.]