( Next time he'll have to tie Zhou Zishu's hands somewhere if only so he has no room to muffle the noises. He wants to hear them desperately, wants to hear his lover fully succumb to pleasure without any part of himself aware of anyone else. Even so Wen Kexing has no such qualms, moaning around the length of his cock like he's found all manner of heaven. He doesn't seem to care that it's quick, one hand reaching up to scratch light lines against Zhou Zishu's side, taking him as far down as he can until he's all filled up with him, nose pressed to the soft curls of hair at his groin.
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He's not pulling off, he has no plans to. )