[Lan Zhan has been waiting so patiently, and even now, he continues the slow, indulgent massage. It reminds him easily of the time they'd spent in the hotel's spa, treading delicately around one another as he tried to pretend it wasn't everything he'd wanted.
As a finger begins to work its way inside him, he can't help but notice how much easier it is, thankfully slicker than the crude mess of spit and his own cum. It's still sensitive, intrusive, and he lowers his head, reminding his body to relax, growing accustomed to the faint burn of muscle being worked open. Much as he enjoys Lan Zhan's rough and wild side in the bedroom, this takes him apart just as well. It isn't long at all before he's rocking back against his hand, tongue flicking over his lips in anticipation.]
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As a finger begins to work its way inside him, he can't help but notice how much easier it is, thankfully slicker than the crude mess of spit and his own cum. It's still sensitive, intrusive, and he lowers his head, reminding his body to relax, growing accustomed to the faint burn of muscle being worked open. Much as he enjoys Lan Zhan's rough and wild side in the bedroom, this takes him apart just as well. It isn't long at all before he's rocking back against his hand, tongue flicking over his lips in anticipation.]
Keep going. Lan Zhan... want you...