[ Aha. Midnight looks at the expanse of skin under his lips, then opens his mouth. He gives Baizhu's neck another kiss, then a nip. His mouth travels upward, finds fresh skin, and nips again, harder, tugging at Baizhu's skin before freeing it, letting the tender bruise fall back into place. ]
More...? Here?
[ Midnight is tempted to punctuate that with a firmer roll of his hips... But no. He slows a bit, but continues to thrust in the same way. In all ways, Midnight is a generous lover, but he likes to be clear on this point specifically. In no way does he want to mistake a request for more when his teeth come into play. It feels too good, there is always the danger of injury, of worse. Midnight has to be careful, cannot take more than what is given to him freely.
(It feels too good. Baizhu, in the heat of the water, soft and moaning, taking his cock so well, feels far, far too good.) ]
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More...? Here?
[ Midnight is tempted to punctuate that with a firmer roll of his hips... But no. He slows a bit, but continues to thrust in the same way. In all ways, Midnight is a generous lover, but he likes to be clear on this point specifically. In no way does he want to mistake a request for more when his teeth come into play. It feels too good, there is always the danger of injury, of worse. Midnight has to be careful, cannot take more than what is given to him freely.
(It feels too good. Baizhu, in the heat of the water, soft and moaning, taking his cock so well, feels far, far too good.) ]