( There's no need to draw it out. They'll presumably ( hopefully ) be doing this again, and Wen Kexing has been hungry enough for it that he finds himself impatient. So he dedicates himself to the task of taking Zhou Zishu apart as quickly and thoroughly as possible, using his hands and his mouth with singleminded focus. It takes him a moment or two to get used to this again - past experience means little when he's been as celibate as a monk since he came across the other man's path - but eventually he manages to swallow him thoroughly, holding that hot cock in the cage of his throat.
A hum, a vicious kind of prideful sound reverberating around the shape of him, Wen Kexing using his free hand to roll Zhou Zishu's balls there, cupping him and holding him still. Dark eyes glance up, his own face flushed, grin ticking even stretched around him. His own hips dig into the mattress, small almost unnoticeable rolls, his own arousal molten. But he does have to pull off a little after a second, breath coming ragged and panted through his nose, but it makes the next attempt at taking him in much easier.
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A hum, a vicious kind of prideful sound reverberating around the shape of him, Wen Kexing using his free hand to roll Zhou Zishu's balls there, cupping him and holding him still. Dark eyes glance up, his own face flushed, grin ticking even stretched around him. His own hips dig into the mattress, small almost unnoticeable rolls, his own arousal molten. But he does have to pull off a little after a second, breath coming ragged and panted through his nose, but it makes the next attempt at taking him in much easier.
Skills, he has them. )