[ there it is, that gorgeous cry as sizhui is thrust fully over the edge of his orgasm. it comes over him with such physicality hua cheng is almost awed, feeling it in the impossible tightness of sizhui's body and the way his thighs quiver in uncontrolled jerks each time hua cheng fucks into him, nerves too sensitive to do anything but respond to the sensation. he's gorgeous, he's perfect, and it takes only three more thrusts before hua cheng, too, muffles a loud groan against the back of sizhui's shoulder and climaxes with a force that honestly surprises him.
it comes over him in waves, a riptide, a tsunami. hua cheng's arm is tight around sizhui's waist, holding him steady as hua cheng's cock throbs and spills inside him, hot and insistent, twitching with pleasure that quickly becomes oversensitivity. only when most of the intensity has passed does hua cheng finally exhale a long, satisfied groan and rock his hips once or twice more, as if driving home the point: that sizhui is full of hua cheng's come and totally spent, and that hua cheng is a sweaty, satisfied mess of his own. ]
So pretty, [ he murmurs, sounding almost drunk with residual pleasure and smugness. hua cheng's grip on the leash has loosened, making it easier for sizhui to breathe, and he brings his newly freed hand up to press low against sizhui's belly as if he might feel his own cock still buried inside him.
he can't, of course, but he can feel the hot presence of his own spiritual essence, transferred into sizhui's body along with his come. ]
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it comes over him in waves, a riptide, a tsunami. hua cheng's arm is tight around sizhui's waist, holding him steady as hua cheng's cock throbs and spills inside him, hot and insistent, twitching with pleasure that quickly becomes oversensitivity. only when most of the intensity has passed does hua cheng finally exhale a long, satisfied groan and rock his hips once or twice more, as if driving home the point: that sizhui is full of hua cheng's come and totally spent, and that hua cheng is a sweaty, satisfied mess of his own. ]
So pretty, [ he murmurs, sounding almost drunk with residual pleasure and smugness. hua cheng's grip on the leash has loosened, making it easier for sizhui to breathe, and he brings his newly freed hand up to press low against sizhui's belly as if he might feel his own cock still buried inside him.
he can't, of course, but he can feel the hot presence of his own spiritual essence, transferred into sizhui's body along with his come. ]