tw: explicit sexual content
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Han Yu's words send a shiver down Xi Zirui's spine.
He turns his face into Han Yu's neck, and whispers against his skin, "Is that a threat, or a promise?"
He gets his reply when Han Yu's fingers sink all the way inside him, rubbing across his prostate with terrible, vicious accuracy.
"It can be whatever Xi Zirui wants it to be," Han Yu coos against Xi Zirui's sweaty hair. "As long as he continues to make such sweet noises."
Han Yu sets a maddening pace as he fingerfucks Xi Zirui. Thrusting his fingers into Xi Zirui with a slow deliberate pace, teasing him by skimming over his prostate but only hard enough to keep the heat under Xi Zirui's skin simmering, not bring it to a boil.
"Harder," Xi Zirui begs, licking a strip across Han Yu's clean neck, canting his hips up into the slow drag of his fingers.
