[ between the fluttering movements of her tongue and the vibration of her voice and the occasional suction of her lips around his clit, hua cheng is an absolute wreck, more undone than he thinks he's ever been and they're only just getting started. he'll apologize for pulling her hair, later, but right now it's all he can do, holding her mouth right there, right there, almost afraid to move for fear of ruining the steady build of pleasure that lances through him, white-hot, static in the back of his head as his eyes roll back and his head tips to the side, mouth open, panting nonsense— ]
[ —and orgasm breaks over him like a thunderstorm. he gasps and his fingers flex and his thighs quiver and hua cheng gushes wet over nami's face, his cunt clenching tight and then shivering into a series of rippling aftershocks that leave him shaking and gasping for air he doesn't even need.
and it doesn't stop, does it? or rather, nami doesn't stop, her tongue continuing to work against his clit through every second of his orgasm and then past it, until hua cheng's moans go pitchy and breathless and every flick of her tongue makes him seize with oversensitivity. he endures it as long as he can, but eventually instinct forces him to squirm away, panting and flushed all over. ]
Oh, gods, [ hua cheng manages, laughing helplessly, his limbs filled with a kind of post-orgasmic giddiness he rarely feels as a man. ] Oh, fuck me. Your tongue must be some kind of weapon, xiaojie, I think you've slain me...
[ no, not even close, he'll be ready for round three in a second. even now, hua cheng pushes himself up to sitting again and looks down at nami, his gaze hot and hungry as he looks down between her legs to see whether she's made herself come yet. he hopes she hasn't—it's always such a pleasure to see, after all. ]
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Fuck, Nami, just there, please please please don't stop oh fuck I'm close, I'm—right—there, ah, gods I'm coming—I'm coming—
[ —and orgasm breaks over him like a thunderstorm. he gasps and his fingers flex and his thighs quiver and hua cheng gushes wet over nami's face, his cunt clenching tight and then shivering into a series of rippling aftershocks that leave him shaking and gasping for air he doesn't even need.
and it doesn't stop, does it? or rather, nami doesn't stop, her tongue continuing to work against his clit through every second of his orgasm and then past it, until hua cheng's moans go pitchy and breathless and every flick of her tongue makes him seize with oversensitivity. he endures it as long as he can, but eventually instinct forces him to squirm away, panting and flushed all over. ]
Oh, gods, [ hua cheng manages, laughing helplessly, his limbs filled with a kind of post-orgasmic giddiness he rarely feels as a man. ] Oh, fuck me. Your tongue must be some kind of weapon, xiaojie, I think you've slain me...
[ no, not even close, he'll be ready for round three in a second. even now, hua cheng pushes himself up to sitting again and looks down at nami, his gaze hot and hungry as he looks down between her legs to see whether she's made herself come yet. he hopes she hasn't—it's always such a pleasure to see, after all. ]