He enjoys the press of fingers into his muscles, the way thighs flank his own. Cheng has very little of his head at this moment. There's no thought of reason, just need. His teeth bite but don't cost lasting harm. There's one dusky nipple that seems especially eager to be bitten. Every so often, he comes up for air, looking down at Wu Xi as he keeps a steady, demanding rock. A tender thumb draws across the other's temple and he then reaches out for some oil.
"It will be better," he murmurs, kneeling up because he needed both hands to deal with the bottle.
Wu Xi bites his lip as the other works over his body and his cock aches with need. He reaches out to touch him, to hold him close, hands caressing over him more greedy for more and more. “Husband,” he moans quietly.
He’s eager, body pliant and willing as the other moves to grab the bottle and he anticipates what’s coming next. He licks his lips.
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"It will be better," he murmurs, kneeling up because he needed both hands to deal with the bottle.
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He’s eager, body pliant and willing as the other moves to grab the bottle and he anticipates what’s coming next. He licks his lips.
“You’re wonderful.”