He could see the tented fabric there, and it was damp. Wet. Had Su Hu come already…? Surely not. Ren Ling reached down and palmed roughly between Su Hu's legs, greedy, drinking in the hoarse cry that he elicited.
"You're so wet here," he mumbled, dragging his gaze back up to Su Hu's face as he squeezed. Su Hu looked almost in pain, his eyes wild and black as he squirmed and panted in Ren Ling's grip.
"Ah, please…" he moaned, his hands dropping from Ren Ling's shoulders to dig into the ground by his sides, his back arching against the bed and his thighs spreading slightly. He looked desperate, wanton, and it was bewitching. Ren Ling groaned under his breath and moved his hand lower. Ren Ling's fingers slipped down and found that the material of Su Hu's pants was even more soaked there, in the hollow where his thighs joined. Ren Ling rubbed there, confused, and Su Hu tipped his head back on another deep moan.
