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[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing laughs at the challenge, though his goal is not to hurt his lover. But he's pleased with the response Zishu's body is having. He savors the feel of Zishu's erection growing against his lap, his own swelling to mirror it. There's a small respite as Kexing lets his eyes roam across his husband's back, drinking in the sight of his shoulder blades and the contrast of the red silk ribbon against his skin.

However, it's brief. His hand comes down again, with more force, smacking against Zishu's ass. A red handprint lingers after the slap and Kexing grins at the sight of it. A mark of claiming his mate.