[ The groan that slips past Xue Yang's lips at that is louder than he expected as heat thrums through him. He's not sure who this "master" of his is supposed to be but he's unexpectedly feeling that need very keenly, and it makes it easier to work with the line. ]
You think you know my kind, huh? I think this need is more than you can handle.
[ His touch turns even more aggressive, almost as if he's trying to shove Xiao Xingchen clear off him without actually breaking the contact between them. He's not sure why but he feels an urge to be the one doing the fucking this time, a feeling that comes tinged with a hint of something that feels almost like fear. But that's ridiculous. Why would he be afraid of having Xiao Xingchen fuck him like he's done all those times before? ]
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You think you know my kind, huh? I think this need is more than you can handle.
[ His touch turns even more aggressive, almost as if he's trying to shove Xiao Xingchen clear off him without actually breaking the contact between them. He's not sure why but he feels an urge to be the one doing the fucking this time, a feeling that comes tinged with a hint of something that feels almost like fear. But that's ridiculous. Why would he be afraid of having Xiao Xingchen fuck him like he's done all those times before? ]