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 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?