Guangyao makes a noise of protest as Xichen pulls his fingers away, making as it to chase after them for a second before he remembers himself. His eyelashes flutter as he blinks, trying to focus and failing miserably as Xichen begins to touch him.
A curse gets strangled in his throat as he clutches at Xichen's arms, fingers digging in hard as his hips jerk. It feels too good, how was it even possible to feel this good? Or was it aided in the fact that it was Xichen touching him, like he'd longed for? How many times had he taken himself in hand and tried to imagine it was Xichen instead? It all pales to this, Guangyao's teeth worrying into his bottom lip as he fucks up into Xichen's hand.
"Xichen--" He moans, squeezing his eye shut and twitching every time Xichen's palm or thumb rubs over the slit of his cock. It's been far too long since he's indulged, desire alighting in his body like it hadn't in several long years.
It's not going to take long, truthfully. He'd be more embarrassed by that if it wasn't for the fact that Xichen was surely driving him out of his mind with each sure stroke of his hand.
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A curse gets strangled in his throat as he clutches at Xichen's arms, fingers digging in hard as his hips jerk. It feels too good, how was it even possible to feel this good? Or was it aided in the fact that it was Xichen touching him, like he'd longed for? How many times had he taken himself in hand and tried to imagine it was Xichen instead? It all pales to this, Guangyao's teeth worrying into his bottom lip as he fucks up into Xichen's hand.
"Xichen--" He moans, squeezing his eye shut and twitching every time Xichen's palm or thumb rubs over the slit of his cock. It's been far too long since he's indulged, desire alighting in his body like it hadn't in several long years.
It's not going to take long, truthfully. He'd be more embarrassed by that if it wasn't for the fact that Xichen was surely driving him out of his mind with each sure stroke of his hand.