[Xiao Xingchen has to pull away - if just barely - for a gasping breath outside of the kiss. If he wasn’t wearing this clothing that clings so tightly around him, he wouldn’t feel so hot…
Before he can think of taking the risk of removing the upper part of his cassock, however, he feels for himself the effect he’s having on the incubus.
He quickly slides the finger in deeper, searching for the most sensitive spot inside. Though he’s driven almost by the spirit of someone else in many ways, his memory of doing this many times before sets in, almost knowing where it is by instinct. The tip of his long, slender finger strokes it without any hesitation, pushing a second finger in alongside the first.
It’s difficult to truly focus when the incubus has worn him down so, and he can’t repress his moans any longer into their kiss. He could almost come right now… but as much as it would make it easier for him in the moment, he needs to hold back…]
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Before he can think of taking the risk of removing the upper part of his cassock, however, he feels for himself the effect he’s having on the incubus.
He quickly slides the finger in deeper, searching for the most sensitive spot inside. Though he’s driven almost by the spirit of someone else in many ways, his memory of doing this many times before sets in, almost knowing where it is by instinct. The tip of his long, slender finger strokes it without any hesitation, pushing a second finger in alongside the first.
It’s difficult to truly focus when the incubus has worn him down so, and he can’t repress his moans any longer into their kiss. He could almost come right now… but as much as it would make it easier for him in the moment, he needs to hold back…]