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Wet lapping sounds fill the air and Mo Yinan feels terrible, embarrassed almost, to have his beloved tend to such a dirty place. He flushes with shame and grumbles, "Y-You don't have to…"
And though he has no shame complying with such an act, especially if he were the one doing it to his beloved, Mo Yinan does not entirely feel comfortable with the roles reversed. Damien should not have to tend to him, he thinks—
But instead of drawing out, Damien presses his tongue in further, the rough burrs on his tongue catch the delicate insides of Mo Yinan's body, making him arch and breathe sharply.
"A-Ahh…D-Damien," he whines wantonly, "n-no more. Just put it…put it in me, please!"
