[Moaning happily into the kiss, Huaisang caresses his tongue against his lover's in return, tightening his hands possessively in his lover's hair to keep him close. He grinds up, slow and easy, letting Xue Yang set most of their pace.]
You don't have to be sore in order to remember the feeling of having me in you later. [Smiling adoringly, Huaisang brushes back a strand of Xue Yang's hair, tucking it behind his ear.] You can have me any time you want.
[The grinding is delicious and Xue Yang gasps in surprise. Seeing Huaisang from this angle, knowing he is inside of him is exhilarating. He kisses his lover hotly, messily, rocking against him quicker, harder.]
Oh! [To have this... To have someone he loves... Who loves him...] A-Sang... You're my A-Sang... I love you so much!
I love you, too. My Xue Yang. My little maple tree. [Huaisang can't help but giggle, though he also grinds up harder, giving him a couple of quicker, sharper thrusts as he buries himself inside of Xue Yang's warm body.]
T-Tease... [He grumbles, swallowing that giggle with a hard kiss. The sharper thrusts hit him in just the right spot and he sees bursts of white. When his vision clears, he sets a quicker pace, knowing he isn't going to last.]
[Huaisang moans into the kiss, swooning at the combination of the hard kiss and Xue Yang sweetly taking his cock. Xue Yang speeds up and Huaisang matches it, bodies moving in sync as they chase their pleasure together, until Huaisang comes with a cry, spilling himself into the warm sheath of Xue Yang's body.]
[The hot spray deep inside of him is all it takes to undo him. Arching his back, he climaxes across Huaisang's abdomen and chest, crying out raggedly. His muscles clench around his lover's cock, unwilling to let go; unwilling to let this ever end.
A wave of giddiness brings him down from his high and he curls against his lover, his cheek on his chest.]
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[The discomfort eases away with each thrust and he grinds himself against his lover, taking him as deep as possible.]
Mmm I want to be sore.
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You don't have to be sore in order to remember the feeling of having me in you later. [Smiling adoringly, Huaisang brushes back a strand of Xue Yang's hair, tucking it behind his ear.] You can have me any time you want.
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Oh! [To have this... To have someone he loves... Who loves him...] A-Sang... You're my A-Sang... I love you so much!
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A wave of giddiness brings him down from his high and he curls against his lover, his cheek on his chest.]