His nails dig into the roots he has grabbed onto for stability. The moment Kexing stops touching him, he knows...he can sense...his lover preparing. Swallowing roughly, Xingchen tries to hold himself motionless, making it easier for Kexing to...push in. And he doesn't disappoint him! Groaning deeply, he feels like something deep inside of him is finally being satisfied.

He blames the roots and he blames his lover for always...always...enticing him. The pace steals his breath and he shivers, rocking in time with each thrust.