Mingjue's eyes close under the flurry of soft kisses, lips parting as his breath comes in pants with the force of control and passion. A-Yao feels amazing. So hot, so tight. Giving way to his penetration.
Welcoming him in.
His control cracks the last little bit and his hips jerk with a low groan, pressing him the rest of the way in. His hand moves to stroke over a bent leg and curved hip, other arm supporting him just enough to ensure he doesn't squash this precious man.
One of the reasons he had refrained from wearing undergarments was because he had used a generous amount of oil to prepare himself. Now he reaps the benefits of that when Mingjue slips in so perfectly. Yao feels himself throbbing around that hard cock, pulses of pleasure making him shiver and gasp for more.
He loves that groan! Gently - oh so careful to not dislodge Mingjue - he rolls his hips, sliding himself against that hard length teasingly. Yao pauses in his kisses to enjoy the sight of Mingjue so pleased.
The other man doesn't have much in his life that isn't a headache in one way or another. He loves that he can be different. His hands move over Mingjue's strong body in silent admiration, massaging any muscles that feel unnecessarily tense. By the end of the night, he hopes to see the man resting fully and deeply.
So naughty! Mingjue's happy to reap these benefits though, especially with that sinful roll of hips that make him groan again.
No. Not a headache. Not his A-Yao. Meng Yao has only ever helped since Mingjue brought him to his side, placed him in a position with power. Gave him trust and encouragement.
Hands stroking over his body have his skin practically sing with pleasure, though they'll find so many knots in muscles that carry a great deal of strain on a daily basis with very little in the way of an outlet that isn't violent. Mingjue only focuses on how good they feel, along with how perfect Meng Yao feels under and around him.
He opens his eyes and kisses the other man again before starting to thrust. This isn't just another body - Meng Yao matters. And he likes watching him.
Those knots are seen to immediately - though he will work on them better later. The oil isn't just for sex. Yao rubs those knots, in gentle circular motions, doing his best to focus on his work. All of that comes to a sudden halt when Mingjue thrusts. Giving a hoarse cry - that is muffled by the kiss - he clings to the other man as if his very world is quaking.
"Mingjue... Mingjue!" he whispers, kissing the man passionately. When their eyes meet again, he smiles with open love. There is no one else on his mind; he isn't using Mingjue as an outlet or trying to butter the man up. He is right here with him because he wants to be.
Mingjue is at Meng Yao's merciful hands~ He's learning to really enjoy them on his body, too.
Although that cry sends pleasure right through him, making him growl into the kiss and his hips thrust a second time, harder. Hearing his name whispered like that has him shudder before sighing, seeing the love shine bright in those eyes.
The next kiss is gentle, loving. He rolls his hips, enjoying how Meng Yao's body feels around him, making him ache. But also giving the other man a chance to breathe before he thrusts again. Unpredictable. Playful, in a way Mingjue rarely allows of himself.
His fingers curl against Mingjue's back, his nails digging into the skin. He knows better than to draw blood, but he is clearly losing control of his finer senses. How many times has he daydreamed of this? Mingjue thrusting into him so sweetly...
As if he matters to him. Yao can't help but realize, in his breathless, pleasured haze, that all the loyalty he is showing his father should really be placed here. Well that is easily done.
He whimpers and melts at the loving kiss, his mind decided. It takes him a few thrusts to catch onto Mingjue's game, but when he does, he laughs gently, shakily, meeting the man's hips halfway so that he slides into him harder. If the other wants to play games, he can play them too.
There is no rule about him not tightening his muscles around Mingjue's cock, right?
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Date: 2020-10-20 09:42 am (UTC)From:Mingjue's eyes close under the flurry of soft kisses, lips parting as his breath comes in pants with the force of control and passion. A-Yao feels amazing. So hot, so tight. Giving way to his penetration.
Welcoming him in.
His control cracks the last little bit and his hips jerk with a low groan, pressing him the rest of the way in. His hand moves to stroke over a bent leg and curved hip, other arm supporting him just enough to ensure he doesn't squash this precious man.
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Date: 2020-10-20 09:53 am (UTC)From:He loves that groan! Gently - oh so careful to not dislodge Mingjue - he rolls his hips, sliding himself against that hard length teasingly. Yao pauses in his kisses to enjoy the sight of Mingjue so pleased.
The other man doesn't have much in his life that isn't a headache in one way or another. He loves that he can be different. His hands move over Mingjue's strong body in silent admiration, massaging any muscles that feel unnecessarily tense. By the end of the night, he hopes to see the man resting fully and deeply.
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Date: 2020-10-20 10:12 am (UTC)From:No. Not a headache. Not his A-Yao. Meng Yao has only ever helped since Mingjue brought him to his side, placed him in a position with power. Gave him trust and encouragement.
Hands stroking over his body have his skin practically sing with pleasure, though they'll find so many knots in muscles that carry a great deal of strain on a daily basis with very little in the way of an outlet that isn't violent. Mingjue only focuses on how good they feel, along with how perfect Meng Yao feels under and around him.
He opens his eyes and kisses the other man again before starting to thrust. This isn't just another body - Meng Yao matters. And he likes watching him.
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Date: 2020-10-20 10:32 am (UTC)From:"Mingjue... Mingjue!" he whispers, kissing the man passionately. When their eyes meet again, he smiles with open love. There is no one else on his mind; he isn't using Mingjue as an outlet or trying to butter the man up. He is right here with him because he wants to be.
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Date: 2020-10-20 10:41 am (UTC)From:Although that cry sends pleasure right through him, making him growl into the kiss and his hips thrust a second time, harder. Hearing his name whispered like that has him shudder before sighing, seeing the love shine bright in those eyes.
The next kiss is gentle, loving. He rolls his hips, enjoying how Meng Yao's body feels around him, making him ache. But also giving the other man a chance to breathe before he thrusts again. Unpredictable. Playful, in a way Mingjue rarely allows of himself.
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Date: 2020-10-20 11:14 am (UTC)From:As if he matters to him. Yao can't help but realize, in his breathless, pleasured haze, that all the loyalty he is showing his father should really be placed here. Well that is easily done.
He whimpers and melts at the loving kiss, his mind decided. It takes him a few thrusts to catch onto Mingjue's game, but when he does, he laughs gently, shakily, meeting the man's hips halfway so that he slides into him harder. If the other wants to play games, he can play them too.
There is no rule about him not tightening his muscles around Mingjue's cock, right?