[ Midnight continues to fuck into Baizhu, sucking and kissing over the punctures in turn, hands hard and bruising at Baizhu's hips. If this is what he likes... Midnight turns his head, breathes in the scent of wet skin and hair, the lingering mud under the sharper scent of blood in the water. Midnight's mouth opens, in spite of himself, and leaves long, thin scratches in a much less innocent nip. Baizhu is hot around him, so yielding, far too good... Midnight can feel himself shudder out of rhythm, his climax sharp and angry and alive.
When he speaks, the murmur of it runs along those tiny scratches, leaving hot breath in its wake. ]
... I like being here too.
[ A bit too superficial, a bit too flippant. If it wasn't for the completely sober way he says it, the way he lifts a hand to comb through Baizhu's hair, firm and reassuring, it would be as though he hadn't heard what Baizhu meant at all. ]
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When he speaks, the murmur of it runs along those tiny scratches, leaving hot breath in its wake. ]
... I like being here too.
[ A bit too superficial, a bit too flippant. If it wasn't for the completely sober way he says it, the way he lifts a hand to comb through Baizhu's hair, firm and reassuring, it would be as though he hadn't heard what Baizhu meant at all. ]