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[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.