( there's no doubt yashiro is skilled on his own, but together with the fact he can't possibly remember the last time he was held in such intimate act, all of it is almost overwhelming. the rise and fall of his chest slowly increases in rhythm, though he still does his best to hardly let it show. bi'an has a hard time allowing himself to show weakness, after all, or vulnerabilities of any sort. even when it comes to sex, or especially when it comes to sex with people who aren't wujiu.
at the very least, he can counter this a little, long fingers sliding to the back of yashiro's head to push his head closer to his pelvis, ever-so-slowly, welcoming him to take more and more of his length. he could at least excuse his uneven breathing on how deep yashiro can take him, now open-mouthed and heavy. it's crystal clear he's enjoying it far too much. )
I wonder if you can impress me even more...?
( how deep can he take him, is the question here. )
no subject
at the very least, he can counter this a little, long fingers sliding to the back of yashiro's head to push his head closer to his pelvis, ever-so-slowly, welcoming him to take more and more of his length. he could at least excuse his uneven breathing on how deep yashiro can take him, now open-mouthed and heavy. it's crystal clear he's enjoying it far too much. )
I wonder if you can impress me even more...?
( how deep can he take him, is the question here. )