-moved against him. His lover's strong thigh pressed against his hardness. Squirming from the feel of wanting to pull apart, yet wanting more from the raven-haired male, Ying Yue just clutched onto his lover's shoulder.
Moaning into the hot open mouth, the blonde continued to feel the Ghost King rubbed against him more, pressing harder and so, so good. He arched his back and pulled his lips away to gasp and pant aloud. He moved his own thigh, pressed up against his lover's manhood, hard and strong. Wang Li sucked in a breath and stuttered his movement, groaning as he kissed the blonde deeply. Ying Yue felt as if the raven-haired man was trying to suck his soul from his body, and he would freely give it to his lover as well.
"Ah! Ah Li!" Ying Yue felt his stomach coiling, "I… I need to, need to pee."
