[ wei wuxian isn't the only one intensely aroused. it doesn't take dan heng long at all to realize that he likes this, likes the feeling of it, the fullness in his mouth, and even more - the way wei wuxian likes it. the way he reacts, all the soft, breathless sounds he makes. before he knows it, he's hard too, aching against the sheets, and wet between the thighs.
which means that wei wuxian must surely be, as well.
so dan heng frees up his other hand, dragging the tips of his fingers over the swell of wei wuxian's balls and down through the seam of his ass, where he's hot, and wet. gently probing, dan heng massages the tight rim of his hole, his eyes lifting to wei wuxian's face, seeking permission. ]
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which means that wei wuxian must surely be, as well.
so dan heng frees up his other hand, dragging the tips of his fingers over the swell of wei wuxian's balls and down through the seam of his ass, where he's hot, and wet. gently probing, dan heng massages the tight rim of his hole, his eyes lifting to wei wuxian's face, seeking permission. ]