[ Wei Wuxian decides then that he has to lose this game, if only to escape Xue Yang's clutches and catch his breath somewhere else. He really thought this'd be fun and the competitive part of him definitely wanted to see how far he could go. But now, as Xue Yang completely ravishes his nipple, he thinks defeat is better than any other option here right now. He keeps squirming, torn between pressing more into that mouth and pushing Xue Yang away. This is... ah... this is so much!
Choppy breathing and soft pants leave Wei Wuxian as Xue Yang continues his ministrations. His hands clutch the chair he's sitting on, knuckles turning white with how hard his hands clench around it. Goodness gracious! What is he supposed to do! There is something of a whine that leaves his throat and has him covering his mouth with one of his hands immediately, eyes screwed shut as he ignores the arousal in his gut.
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Choppy breathing and soft pants leave Wei Wuxian as Xue Yang continues his ministrations. His hands clutch the chair he's sitting on, knuckles turning white with how hard his hands clench around it. Goodness gracious! What is he supposed to do! There is something of a whine that leaves his throat and has him covering his mouth with one of his hands immediately, eyes screwed shut as he ignores the arousal in his gut.
Stupid... game... stupid... oversensitive body... stupid Mo Xuanyu... stupid stupid stupid...! ]