[He can feel the slide of fresh oil, fingers working around his stretched hole, twitching lewdly. He's still trying to catch his breath, glad he doesn't have to try to stand, on legs that feel soft and shaky.
Lan Zhan re-enters him with a single slide, and he makes a muffled groan into the pillow, turning his head and panting lightly. It's a little disappointing, he thinks briefly, that he can't reach to touch Lan Zhan in return, run his hands through his hair, or meet those kisses, but those thoughts vanish, as Lan Zhan returns to the punishing roll of his hips, and somehow it feels deeper, more intense, each rutting thrust a stinging slap against his ass.
As if that weren't overwhelming enough, Lan Zhan's hand on his dick has him practically incoherent, almost sobbing as he clings to pillow and sheets and anything else he can grasp. Overextended muscles still tight, despite how wrecked he feels.]
Lan Zha- Er-ge- mm-... I-... I can't- please-... wait- I-...
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Lan Zhan re-enters him with a single slide, and he makes a muffled groan into the pillow, turning his head and panting lightly. It's a little disappointing, he thinks briefly, that he can't reach to touch Lan Zhan in return, run his hands through his hair, or meet those kisses, but those thoughts vanish, as Lan Zhan returns to the punishing roll of his hips, and somehow it feels deeper, more intense, each rutting thrust a stinging slap against his ass.
As if that weren't overwhelming enough, Lan Zhan's hand on his dick has him practically incoherent, almost sobbing as he clings to pillow and sheets and anything else he can grasp. Overextended muscles still tight, despite how wrecked he feels.]
Lan Zha- Er-ge- mm-... I-... I can't- please-... wait- I-...