Jin Ling hums lightly in response to the compliment. He’s getting hard in his pants, it’s impossible not to when he’s around Sizhui — when the other is touching him, kissing him, it’s like he catches fire. His hands move down to push at his pants after that ghost of a touch.
He wants more. Everytime he thinks maybe they should hold back a little but he never can.
“You’re so hot. And you make me hot,” he breaths, drawing him in for another deep kiss.
Unable to help himself, Sizhui kisses down Jin's jaw and along his neck, nuzzling into it to take a short breather while he takes his time to just touch the other's body. Now that he can, he runs his fingers over as much skin as is exposed, inhaling at how quickly he gets excited.
It's crazy that this makes him so horny, and so fucking crazy, only touching like this, but he ends up hard as a rock and shifting his loose pants so that he's got one hell of a tent.
"This should be so wrong, but it feels right." Delicate fingers now skim over the line of Jin Ling's pants, pushing beyond the top to find what's underneath. He skirts around it at first, hesitant even though he shouldn't be.
Everything that Sizhui does is perfect and arousing and drives Jin Ling absolutely crazy. He tilts his head to the side and enjoys the kisses along his neck, the nuzzling that has him shivering just a little bit while the other explores him. He'd never get enough of this, enough of Sizhui. Maybe it should be more concerning how addicted he is to him and if Jin Ling thought too much he'd realize how terrified this all makes him because what if he loses him?
But it's easy to keep those thoughts at bay when he's so horny and Sizhui is horny and touching him.
Jin Ling's hands had started to explore the other but stop when the other's fingers move toward his pants, shivering as fingers slip underneath and there's a soft whine when the other doesn't touch his cock straight away.
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Jin Ling hums lightly in response to the compliment. He’s getting hard in his pants, it’s impossible not to when he’s around Sizhui — when the other is touching him, kissing him, it’s like he catches fire. His hands move down to push at his pants after that ghost of a touch.
He wants more. Everytime he thinks maybe they should hold back a little but he never can.
“You’re so hot. And you make me hot,” he breaths, drawing him in for another deep kiss.
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It's crazy that this makes him so horny, and so fucking crazy, only touching like this, but he ends up hard as a rock and shifting his loose pants so that he's got one hell of a tent.
"This should be so wrong, but it feels right." Delicate fingers now skim over the line of Jin Ling's pants, pushing beyond the top to find what's underneath. He skirts around it at first, hesitant even though he shouldn't be.
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But it's easy to keep those thoughts at bay when he's so horny and Sizhui is horny and touching him.
Jin Ling's hands had started to explore the other but stop when the other's fingers move toward his pants, shivering as fingers slip underneath and there's a soft whine when the other doesn't touch his cock straight away.
"Sizhui," he huffs out.