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[soakedinvinegar]

(( There's a part of Kexing that loves submitting to his beloved husband. Pressed back like this, there's little he can do but roll his hips and take whatever Zishu deigns to give him. Slow and steady, hard and fast, whatever his heart (and body) desires. Sure, he likes their battles sometimes and he certainly will never say no when he gets to penetrate Zishu, but there's something about this that's hot and animalistic and absolutely erotic.

Kexing's cock lays painfully hard between them, teased by Zishu's proximity and the friction of their moving bodies. Despite the hurried preparations, his body is open and eager, accepting Zishu's hurried thrusts. Each move pulls some sound from Kexing's lips, be it moans, cries, or encouragements. The softness of a few of his tails keep him from being flush against the hard tabletop. The others remain around Zishu, quivering as his need mounts. ))

Harder!

[fated_dance]

[ Just as he loves claiming his husband. Earning those cries as he loves him so fiercely and deeply. Zishu nips down his beloved's neck and nibbles and sucks at the junction of neck and shoulder to mark this man as his as his hips continue to move, thrusting in and out of his Kexing. Their battles can be a great deal of fun, part of their relationship, a way to work off excess energy or frustrations.

This time he doesn't reach for his husband's cock to stroke it, letting the friction of their bodies tease it instead. He loves the curl of tails around him, letting his entwine with them. He grins at that beg but shifts angles, seeking that sweet spot as he moves. Sending his thrusts sharper and harder into that eager body. ]

[soakedinvinegar]

Ah!

(( Stars flash before wide eyes as Zishu does, indeed, find that secret, sensitive spot. It isn't hard to do with as often as they make love. He's sure Zishu knows the correct angle without even thinking about it. His legs slack around Zishu's slender hips for only a moment before tightening around him once more. All he can do is ride it out, savoring every slick sound as his beloved's cock drives him toward the heights of pleasure. His fingers dig into Zishu's shoulder as the table begins to creak and groan beneath them. ))

Yes! A-Xu, yes! Fuck me!

[fated_dance]

[ It's all instinct now. Practice. Knowing just where and how to thrust to draw the sounds he seeks. Zishu's grin grows at those cries, ignoring how the table creaks with the power of his thrusts. The flex of those legs before clinging to him again only spurs him on. He trails fingers along his beloved's length as his hips continue to move. That demand has him laugh, breathless and a little giddy. He nibbles over his husband's pale, perfect skin, leaving marks here and there as heated breath wafts over bare skin. ]

My Lao Wen.

[soakedinvinegar]

(( Zishu has him breathless and desperate. Those teasing touches, the way he leaves his mark behind, his cock pummeling that sensitive place deep inside. It's been a while since they've had sex like this. It's raw, animalistic, and utterly perfect. Zishu's strength has returned and he's proving that to his husband as they couple. Stamina is yet to be determined. Kexing will consider it back if they go for a second round.

But they have to finish the first. Kexing is so close, his erection throbbing under Zishu's teasing touches. Just a little longer and he'll...

His breath hitches and he calls out for Zhou Zishu in a pitched cry. Even his tails go ridged as his body pulls taut, every muscle clenching, and his channel spasming around that delicious cock pounding into him. The hot splatter of his seed hits his stomach and coats Zishu's teasing fingers. ))

[fated_dance]

[ Beautiful. Zishu watches his husband, enthralled as he claims him the way they both needed so desperately. He almost misses the warning signs - but resists the urge (this time) to still before Kexing can climax. To draw it out.

Next time. This time, feeling that tight, hot body spasm around him with that voice crying his name is enough for him to snap his hips once, twice, three times hard through that sinful clenching before snarling his own climax, body tensing before draping over Kexing as he pants for breath.

Why pull out, when they're not done? He settles just for a moment, nuzzling his beloved lazily as the slick fluid between them starts to cool. He lifts the hand now coated in his beloved's seed and deliberately licks it clean with a satisfied glint in his eyes. ]

[soakedinvinegar]

(( How delightfully fiendish! Kexing's barely regained coherence when Zishu's action sends him to dizzying places once more. His limbs and tails go limp, hands too heavy to do more than stroke Zishu's sides. His weight is tolerable on top of Kexing; he understands because he, too, is boneless.

Kexing leans up after a long moment to press his lips to Zishu's, tasting a bit of them both there. Finally, his tails begin to swish slowly around them. ))

I want more.