[Laughing and gasping under the onslaught from both of them, Huaisang clutches at Xingchen's head, holding him close and returning that kiss just as he starts to come. Moaning, he arches beneath Xue Yang, pulling back from the kiss as he throws his head back with a cry, muscles tensing. His hands tighten in Xingchen's hair without him realizing it, but they relax again as Huaisang dissolves into dizzy whimpering.] Love.
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