Guangyao arches and gasps, bending his knees to press against Xichen’s side, urging him on.
“A-Huan.” This is torture of an entirely different sort; despite the fact he’d just came moment before, the fire inside of him hasn’t abated. “I’m yours’ now, only yours’. You can kiss me any time you want, pin me down wherever, whenever.”
He can’t dream of denying that right now. He doesn’t want Xichen to ever stop touching him. His own hands wander, stroking over Xichen’s arms, his chest. He wants to map out every plane of his lover’s body, worried this will be the last time they’ll both get to indulge.
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“A-Huan.” This is torture of an entirely different sort; despite the fact he’d just came moment before, the fire inside of him hasn’t abated. “I’m yours’ now, only yours’. You can kiss me any time you want, pin me down wherever, whenever.”
He can’t dream of denying that right now. He doesn’t want Xichen to ever stop touching him. His own hands wander, stroking over Xichen’s arms, his chest. He wants to map out every plane of his lover’s body, worried this will be the last time they’ll both get to indulge.