Each thrust draws a cry from Huaisang, louder when the other starts to hit just the right angle, his toes curling as his head thumps back against the wall.
"Ah, Zonghui," he moans and he doesn't care who might overhear, his nails dig into the other's skin and he rocks his hips down as much as he can into the position that mostly immobilizes him, leaving him at the mercy of the other's strong and deep thrusts.
"Please," he moans at the words, wanting to feel it for days, wanting to keep prolonging the days he feels it. There's a choked sound that might be a sob as he says "please," again, burying his head forward into the crook of the other's neck. "Harder."
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"Ah, Zonghui," he moans and he doesn't care who might overhear, his nails dig into the other's skin and he rocks his hips down as much as he can into the position that mostly immobilizes him, leaving him at the mercy of the other's strong and deep thrusts.
"Please," he moans at the words, wanting to feel it for days, wanting to keep prolonging the days he feels it. There's a choked sound that might be a sob as he says "please," again, burying his head forward into the crook of the other's neck. "Harder."