[ Midnight’s own climax sends Baizhu spiraling into his, that burst of heat from within drawing a breathless moan from him as he shudders from his own release.
The bathwater must be a mess of mud and come and blood by now, never mind the efficient drainage, but all Baizhu can sense is Midnight, the overwhelming presence of him, the feel of him, the smell of him…
The warmth of him, knowing that he’s been warmed still further by his own life’s blood… ]
Don’t forget…the value of your own life…
[ The words come out between pants, Baizhu in his exhaustion sinking bonelessly into Midnight’s much sturdier frame, the pain of their final conversation together before Midnight had been turned into a statue still fresh in his mind. The way the man had the audacity to think his life’s worth throwing away for a drink…
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The bathwater must be a mess of mud and come and blood by now, never mind the efficient drainage, but all Baizhu can sense is Midnight, the overwhelming presence of him, the feel of him, the smell of him…
The warmth of him, knowing that he’s been warmed still further by his own life’s blood… ]
Don’t forget…the value of your own life…
[ The words come out between pants, Baizhu in his exhaustion sinking bonelessly into Midnight’s much sturdier frame, the pain of their final conversation together before Midnight had been turned into a statue still fresh in his mind. The way the man had the audacity to think his life’s worth throwing away for a drink…
It makes him want to punch the man, really. ]