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 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?