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[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.