[ Xue Yang's grip gives when he's peeled off, and though he was pretty sure he was close to collapsing it's another thing to actually be pushed over. He falls in a heap and doesn't exactly groan for it, but there's a rush of exhaled breath past his lips as he feels his body's reactions stall with the fatigue from the poison. Pain tolerance or no, everyone has their physical limits.
His attention is only really drawn back to the other when that hand touches him in exactly the place he needs it, and it's as if the poison in him prickles every nerve with heat in response. There's already a spot slightly wet on the fabric from an unusually excessive amount of precum. Before Xue Yang realizes it he's unconsciously thrust his hips into that hand, and the motion to start disrobing him is met with enthusiasm and slightly-stiff attempts to help out. He soon tries to grab the man's hips again, neither pushing him away nor dragging him in, but as if threatening one or both. Said threat would probably work better if he hadn't been easily pried off mere seconds ago. ]
Fuck--yeah. Do it. Do it.
[ His voice is raspy but forceful, and the tone could easily be taken for either order or plea. ]
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[ Xue Yang's grip gives when he's peeled off, and though he was pretty sure he was close to collapsing it's another thing to actually be pushed over. He falls in a heap and doesn't exactly groan for it, but there's a rush of exhaled breath past his lips as he feels his body's reactions stall with the fatigue from the poison. Pain tolerance or no, everyone has their physical limits.
His attention is only really drawn back to the other when that hand touches him in exactly the place he needs it, and it's as if the poison in him prickles every nerve with heat in response. There's already a spot slightly wet on the fabric from an unusually excessive amount of precum. Before Xue Yang realizes it he's unconsciously thrust his hips into that hand, and the motion to start disrobing him is met with enthusiasm and slightly-stiff attempts to help out. He soon tries to grab the man's hips again, neither pushing him away nor dragging him in, but as if threatening one or both. Said threat would probably work better if he hadn't been easily pried off mere seconds ago. ]
Fuck--yeah. Do it. Do it.
[ His voice is raspy but forceful, and the tone could easily be taken for either order or plea. ]