"Hng," he groans as Xingchen tightens around him. He presses in until his balls rest against his lover's ass. From there his thrusts go shallow, keeping as much of his cock wrapped in that tight heat as possible while still getting that sweet friction. Kexing carefully maneuvers his hand between the tree's roots and Xingchen's hips to take hold of his length and stroke it vigorously. His thumb rubs over the tip every few strokes, smearing the droplets of precum he finds there.
It's sweet how free Xingchen is with his affections. "I love you, too, A-Chen," he pants out. There's no lie in his voice. He loves everything about his young lover: his kindness, his eagerness when they couple, the feel of his skin beneath Kexing's hands. "Are you close?"
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It's sweet how free Xingchen is with his affections. "I love you, too, A-Chen," he pants out. There's no lie in his voice. He loves everything about his young lover: his kindness, his eagerness when they couple, the feel of his skin beneath Kexing's hands. "Are you close?"