[ He gives a low grunt, his hips jerking into the touch as the squeeze sends a rush of heat through him and his eyes slide shut. On Shen Qingqiu's shoulder, Xue Yang's hand tightens briefly, not enough to hurt but certainly enough to be felt. ]
Fuck.
[ He opens his eyes again, a grin tugging at his lips. ]
Yeah. That's good. Keep doing something like that.
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Fuck.
[ He opens his eyes again, a grin tugging at his lips. ]
Yeah. That's good. Keep doing something like that.