tw: explicit sexual content
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Wu Yun guides Lan Tian's fingers lower, over the thatch of short wiry hair, and further, until they wrap of their own accord around his hard length.
He can't help the low moan that escapes him at the feeling of Lan Tian's strong fingers around his hot flesh, gripping him with purpose.
Lan Tian watches enraptured as pearls of milky fluid bead at reddened tip.
Wu Yun sways his hips back and forth in a slow cadence, fucking into his fist, and biting his plush lower lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill from his throat.
"I don't want to come like this," he says, mewling out the words, making them syrupy with his desire, and yet, he's unable to stop his hips from canting forward into the tight circle of Lan Tian's fist.
Lan Tian looks up at him then, his eyes filled with liquid honey, molten and hot, like his touch on Wu Yun's skin. "I don't want you to come like this either."
