Luo Binghe groans at the sound of his name. "Yes—" he gasps. "Call my name—let everyone know who is taking you—who is making you writhe with bliss—" He nips at Shen Qingqiu's earlobe.
Luo Binghe has legendary stamina, and he is proud of it—sometimes he can make his wives finish multiple times, and never finish himself at all.¹ But Shen Qingqiu spent so long teasing him with his words and actions. Luo Binghe has been painfully aroused since he saw Shen Qingqiu on his knees. Maybe since he saw him lost in thought² on the sofa, looking soft and wifeable. He is impatient for release—but he will make sure Shen Qingqiu attains climax first.
He props himself up and takes hold of both Shen Qingqiu's hands, interlacing their fingers and pinning Shen Qingqiu's hands to the floor. He pushes against that leverage to drive into Shen Qingqiu hard. This leaves him without a hand free to stroke Shen Qingqiu to release, but he makes up for that with his blood parasites, increasing the thrum of pleasure and concentrating it where it's needed. On every stroke, he grinds his sculpted abs against Shen Qingqiu's cock, spurred onward by the wetness it smears there. "Show me—let me see how it makes you feel to be the favorite of the emperor—"
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Luo Binghe has legendary stamina, and he is proud of it—sometimes he can make his wives finish multiple times, and never finish himself at all.¹ But Shen Qingqiu spent so long teasing him with his words and actions. Luo Binghe has been painfully aroused since he saw Shen Qingqiu on his knees. Maybe since he saw him lost in thought² on the sofa, looking soft and wifeable. He is impatient for release—but he will make sure Shen Qingqiu attains climax first.
He props himself up and takes hold of both Shen Qingqiu's hands, interlacing their fingers and pinning Shen Qingqiu's hands to the floor. He pushes against that leverage to drive into Shen Qingqiu hard. This leaves him without a hand free to stroke Shen Qingqiu to release, but he makes up for that with his blood parasites, increasing the thrum of pleasure and concentrating it where it's needed. On every stroke, he grinds his sculpted abs against Shen Qingqiu's cock, spurred onward by the wetness it smears there. "Show me—let me see how it makes you feel to be the favorite of the emperor—"
¹Hmmm.
²Stoned.