[If Matoba had more insidious intentions, then Xue Yang would certainly be in trouble. After all, what could be in it for him to assist- truly just a measly little card? Such questions are fair for the man to ask, even in his desperate state.]
[But speaking of his state: Matoba trails a drag of cloying fingertips down the front of Xue Yang's sweat-soaked clothes, tracing the arch of his body immediately set alight from touch. With exposed cock in hand, Matoba delivers a firm stroke from base to tip ending and a squeeze at the head, watching the glisten of the generous precum that'd already coated him, sticky. Body drenched and flushed, cock full... It seems the effects of the pollen have progressed to a truly dire point. He must have been fighting it for some time. The intention seems, as always, to force the need for another. Exposing weakness, perhaps? Clinically, Matoba takes in the sight of Xue Yang under him, writhing out of his clothes and setting hands on his hips. Is this an act of enthusiasm or desperation?]
[Maybe it doesn't matter. The man asked for it.]
Very well. [Matoba murmurs, sliding his hips forward as demanded. His cock drags against Xue Yang's in a smooth motion into the cradle of his hand, dragging them hot cock to hot cock. He grinds them that way for a few moments, stickiness and wet from saliva and pre mixing against Xue Yang's belly. His own breath picks up as he moves, and eventually that rocking of hips slides a little more forward to trap Xue Yang's cock further backward, grinding him incessantly against the pucker of his hole.]
[Whetting appetite was one thing. This is just a tease.]
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[But speaking of his state: Matoba trails a drag of cloying fingertips down the front of Xue Yang's sweat-soaked clothes, tracing the arch of his body immediately set alight from touch. With exposed cock in hand, Matoba delivers a firm stroke from base to tip ending and a squeeze at the head, watching the glisten of the generous precum that'd already coated him, sticky. Body drenched and flushed, cock full... It seems the effects of the pollen have progressed to a truly dire point. He must have been fighting it for some time. The intention seems, as always, to force the need for another. Exposing weakness, perhaps? Clinically, Matoba takes in the sight of Xue Yang under him, writhing out of his clothes and setting hands on his hips. Is this an act of enthusiasm or desperation?]
[Maybe it doesn't matter. The man asked for it.]
Very well. [Matoba murmurs, sliding his hips forward as demanded. His cock drags against Xue Yang's in a smooth motion into the cradle of his hand, dragging them hot cock to hot cock. He grinds them that way for a few moments, stickiness and wet from saliva and pre mixing against Xue Yang's belly. His own breath picks up as he moves, and eventually that rocking of hips slides a little more forward to trap Xue Yang's cock further backward, grinding him incessantly against the pucker of his hole.]
[Whetting appetite was one thing. This is just a tease.]