Jian Ci began to suck, and Yu Xi saw stars. It wasn't skilled, it was desperate. A hungry, messy, glorious claim. The sounds filled the silent room... muffled groans, wet slurps, the slick slide of Jian Ci's lips dragging up and down his length.
Yu Xi tried to hold back, he tried to be quiet, but it was so fucking good. He bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper, but a soft, broken moan escaped anyway. "Ah… ah, god…"
His hands found Jian Ci's hair, fingers sliding into the dark strands. He didn't mean to push, but the sensation was too much, the pleasure too sharp.
He gripped, his knuckles white, and drove Jian Ci's head down, forcing his cock deeper into that wet, welcoming throat. Jian Ci didn't gag, didn't resist. He took it, a low, hungry sound vibrating around Yu Xi's shaft, his own hands gripping Yu Xi's thighs for purchase.
