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There’s something... serene about walking through a ruined city, the sun settling behind hazy purple-green smog, the air still with only foot steps and the occasional drag of a spear or staff across the ground as ambience. For Tang Xuan, the trek back to the Union after a solid Miramon-eradication mission usually calmed his nerves, and he was always fond of dusk and sunsets. For Li Ling, moments like these left a scowl on his face as he could practically hear Lewis’ loud and obnoxious laughter for Li Ling’s “simp behaviour”. Had it been up to Li Ling, him and Xuan (securely cradled in his arms) would be flying off to some nice restaurant, caught up in a game of “who’ll spoil the other the most” (or, rather, “How much can they get away with ordering until management drops the hammer on them”), that would eventually lead to either them making their way to one of their apartments or barely claiming a room in a nearby hotel to divest themselves of each other’s clothes and spend the night being enthusiastic nuisances to their neighbours.
Today had been hot and their battles long and intense, so Li Ling had graciously accepted his own damn Tang Xuan’s thick jacket that he went everywhere with. For the past 20 or so minutes the two have been walking, Li Ling has been steadily increasing the intensity of his leer at Tang Xuan’s round and large mounds he calls his ass. It’s amusing, to see such a skinny little man like Tang Xuan with such a plump and juicy rear, but with Li Ling, recently high from battle, his battle lust and humour have quickly transformed into a more carnal lust and ache.
But, sometimes, Tang Xuan gets into these moods, melancholic and a touch anxious, where he needs to slow down and just experience the moment. And Li Ling is a good boyfriend, a damn great boyfriend, who will bite his tongue (only for Tang Xuan, fuck, he is a simp) and bear with his thrumming body and heightened senses... and throbbing dick, all for the sake of making sure his boyfriend settles and feels safe in his presence. Li Ling slows his pace a bit, gradually, until he’s several meters away from Tang Xuan now and his post-battle-hazed boyfriend isn’t the wiser to the widened gap between them.
Thank the gods or the miracles or whatever, for Li Ling’s esperhood as he doesn’t need to pause or change his gait or nothing to whip his cock out and get a hand on it. His wheels continue propelling him forward and his extra arms loft the spear up and out of his way so he can, more or less, focus entirely on the roughness of his palm against his swollen cock. A soft hiss escapes between his lips as the touch is just this side of painful. He remedies that by licking the length of his palm a few times and, yeah, that’s the right kind of friction now. His disgruntlement from earlier wanes as the buzz of frustration is replaced with pleasure, the slow-burn kind. It would be even nicer if Tang Xuan would lend him a hand, but Li Ling’s eyes are back to being glued to the younger man’s ass and movements. He might tease his boyfriend for stealing half his wardrobe, but a small part of him is pleased that the public eye hasn’t caught on to the cake he’s packing in his pants. Or, perhaps it should be called jello, with how it’s bouncing and rippling with each step Tang Xuan makes.
In front of him, completely not oblivious to his boyfriend’s actions behind him, Tang Xuan finds his peaceful stroll disrupted and frowns. Not because of Li Ling, no, Tang Xuan is used to his boyfriend’s high- and increasingly worrisome- libido and- equally worrisome- non-existent shame, so the repetitive and very familiar slick sounds occurring behind him are nothing to stress over. For now. Eventually, Li Ling will grow bored with just his hands and will, inevitably, convince Tang Xuan to choose a wall or ledge to get bent over, but even that is only mildly concerning and not enough of an issue to cause Tang Xuan to grow worried.
Rather, it’s the particular area that he’s sure they’ve been circling around aimlessly for the past half an hour that is the cause of his stress. He usually has a good sense of direction, but he and Li Ling don’t normally patrol this area, they had actually swapped with Tiye and Kaylee who wanted to catch a movie after their patrol close to Tang Xuan’s and Li Ling’s normal route. As the sun steadily moved lower and the shadows stretched and formed illusionary shapes, Tang Xuan found himself worrying at his bottom lip when he could no longer recognise the dilapidated buildings along their path.
“Li Ling.” Tang Xuan finally halts, refusing to take another step forward until they come up with a game plan to correct their trajectory. “Do you recognise where we are?” He turns around and cranes his neck to look up into Li Ling’s face. If his eyes flicker down to the movement happening just below his eye level, well, who would call him out on it?
“Are you asking me or my dick?” His boyfriend, of course, would- but he doesn’t count, the shameless bastard. He doesn’t even cease his action, leisurely dragging his hand up and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin down with each tug to reveal the dark maroon-flushed head hidden beneath. Li Ling brings his cock up more so it’s parallel with his torso, so Tang Xuan can get a good look at its veiny underside. It’s thick, Li Ling’s hand doesn’t even close fully around it, and long enough that the tip reaches just above his navel when pressed flushed against his torso. If Tang Xuan would lean in, just a bit more, he’d be able to glimpse his boyfriend’s heavy sac as well, full and neglected at the moment.
Tang Xuan gulps, mouth very dry now, and forces his eyes up again using his hands to block the view.
“I don’t know where we are, and it’s getting very late, do you have an idea of where we are?” Tang Xuan’s voice comes out breathy but the way his eyebrows draw together in worry sobers Li Ling a tad and he finally pauses his hand to take in the situation more seriously.
It is getting dark rapidly and no, he doesn’t recognise the area they’re in. A simple solution comes to mind. Either he or Tang Xuan could simply fly up and scope out where the city line is and then make their way there. Hell, they could easily both just fly to the city rather than weave in and out through these windy streets.
Li Ling looks at Tang Xuan, really looks at him, and he has to force his face to remain bored and unperturbed as he takes in the tight, white knuckles clenching around Tang Xuan’s staff, his narrow shoulders drawn together even more and tense, and the slight shifting from foot to foot as his eyes glance around on high alert. Tang Xuan is getting scared. Li Ling can only imagine what spooky shapes are taking form in his boyfriend’s hyperactive imagination. And, well, Li Ling is such a great boyfriend.
“Aww, babe!” He coos, letting go of his dick so he can corral Tang Xuan closer to him and snug tight into his arms. “Are you getting scared of the big, mean shadows lurking?” And, because Li Ling knows his boyfriend, he tightens his hold around him and boxes him in with his extra arms.
Sure enough, Tang Xuan’s face flames and he angrily tries to shove himself away from Li Ling as he sputters in offense. “I am not scared, we are lost! We still have to sign back in and debrief and I don’t want us to return so late after dark!” He continues to struggle in his boyfriend's grip and stops only when Li Ling lets out an unnecessarily lewd moan in his ear.
Very deliberately, Li Ling cups Tang Xuan’s plush ass with his lower set of extra hands and pulls his crotch flush against his own weeping dick. He holds him there, mouth curling into a devious grin, and brings Tang Xuan’s face closer to his own. With his voice low, almost sensual, he speaks. “You’re shivering Xuan, and it’s hot as fuck out here. You don’t have to be scared, I’ll take care of ya and gets us home safely.” Tang Xuan is shivering, but the poor young man can’t voice how it’s obviously due to the sudden charged air surrounding them and his body almost entirely flushed against his always semi-naked boyfriend.
Tang Xuan attempts, again, to push away from Li Ling and draw focus to the situation at hand, but Li Ling takes that moment to bring one of his upper arms into play and wraps his large fingers around Tang Xuan’s neck and collar bone, bringing his thumb and index finger up to cup his boyfriend’s sharp jawline. Tang Xuan stills immediately, his eyelids flutter and his face flushes crimson.
“There, there, sweetheart, lemme take your mind off the boogie-man.” Li Ling teases and massages the base of Tang Xuan’s throat. With his normal hands, he cups the back of Tang Xuan’s head and pulls his head back to expose more of his throat. This motion, coupled with the steady kneading of his ass and thighs by his lower arms, causes Tang Xuan to go completely limp and pliant in his hold.
Li Ling, ever shameless, smirks in victory at his boyfriend’s state, always happy to use this particular skill he picked up to turn him into a pile of goo in his six hands. He brings his mouth down and seals their lips together as he pulls Tang Xuan’s hips up against his own and grinds their crotches together. Li Ling growls as he feels Tang Xuan’s cock growing hard against his own erect dick and picks up the pace. Tang Xuan gasps beneath him, and Li Ling takes the opportunity to shove his inhumanly long tongue into his mouth, his tip reaching to lick at the back of his throat.
Tang Xuan’s mind is fuzzy and all he can do is cling to Li Ling’s arms lest he float away. There was something pressing he was supposed to be discussing with Li Ling, but he found he couldn’t focus on much anything but the hands groping his body, the tongue worming it’s way deeper into his mouth and towards the back of his throat, and his own dick being squashed and held flush against Li Ling’s much larger cock.
Eventually, Tang Xuan started up thrashing again, his body weakly trying to alert that he was in dire need of oxygen. Reluctantly, Li Ling let up and pulled his mouth and tongue out just enough to give Tang Xuan room to gulp in large amounts of air into his struggling lungs. Despite following his base needs of breathing, Tang Xuan whines from the missed connection and wraps his arms and legs around Li Ling to make up for it. The action sends a delicious jolt up Tang Xuan’s spine as his dick rubs against the fabric of his tights and he uses his arms as leverage to help him grind and bounce against Li Ling.
“M-more!” He gasps out, tongue lolling and starry eyes glazed.
His movement take on a frantic edge as the friction of his tights change from being just enough stimulation to not enough and the tight pants feel painful around his fully erect dick. He doesn’t stop frotting against Li Ling, he can’t not when it still feel so good. He opens his mouth wide and looks at Li Ling, begging with his expression to fill him up again. Li Ling complies, but only to bring their mouth together again, keeping his tongue within his own mouth and out of Tang Xuan’s reach.
Desperate, Tang Xuan brings his shaking hands up to cup the back of Li Ling’s head in a sad attempt to bring their mouths closer. Tang Xuan tries, unsuccessfully, to suck the large and dextrous tongue back into his mouth, and tears well up in his eyes with each failed attempt.
Li Ling, meanwhile, basks in the glory of his boyfriend being so desperate for him. Idly, he wonders if this is just how Tang Xuan gets when he’s aroused or if Li Ling is just special. Not so idly, he brings his sixth hand down and pulls Tang Xuan’s pants down enough to free his leaking cock. He lets it fall into his hand, for the thrill of how puny it feels and looks in comparison, and uses the precome sliding down it’s length and sticking to his thighs to ease the roughness of his fingers as he glides up and down its length.
Tang Xuan jolts in his hands, unable to fully snap his head back with how Li Ling has it cradled, and keens at the sudden freedom his dick had only to be imprisoned within large fingers that pinch and rub at his sensitive prick.
“Let’s make this better for the both of us.” Li Ling says, though he doubts Tang Xuan hears his words.
He definitely didn’t, as his frantic and almost sad cries and whimpers reach a higher pitch when Li Ling pulls him completely off his body. The hands at his waist rub soothing circles into his hips and groin as the rest of his body is manhandled to crouch on all fours.
“Wha- Why?” Tang Xuan utters, eyes trying to focus after the sudden change in position. When they do come into focus, they land on Li Ling’s cock, now right in front of his face and the tip at the perfect level for him to wrap his lips around. So, he does just that and groans at the first taste of heady, bitter precome fills his mouth. His eyes cross slightly and he suckles lewdly on his boyfriend’s cockhead.
Li Ling doesn’t even need to guide Tang Xuan into taking more of his cock, his boyfriend’s state of mind fogged with only simple, carnalistic goals, breaching through the haze. He makes himself comfortable, murmurs an apology when he shifts and accidentally pulls his cock away from Tang Xuan and then hisses when Tang Xuan suddenly grips his dick and feeds it back into his mouth. He’s strong as shit and, for a brief moment, Li Ling’s cock flagged at the very real pain that it’s feeling. Tang Xuan didn’t even seem to notice (or care) that his grip was strangling the man’s poor dick, rather he seemed delighted that the cock in his mouth could suddenly reach further, with ease. Happily, he slurped and sucked the cock further into his mouth, loosening up his throat so it could nudge down without resistance, and, all the while, laved the shaft with his tongue. He removed his hand once it was getting into the way of Tang Xuan’s mouth and, finally, his nose touched Li Ling’s pubic bone. Tang Xuan could feel Li Ling’s sac pressing against his chin and he nuzzles it, high off of the subtle stretch of the cock in his mouth. So pleased, he hums gleefully and sucks around the dick, looking up to Li Ling with pride. He huffs air out of his nostrils and continues to suck and hum around the cock in his mouth.
Above him, Li Ling is having a crisis. Now that his dick is free from the death grip Tang Xuan had on it, he is close to panicking for a different reason, namely the smug look in his boyfriend’s eyes with his mouth full to the brim with his cock. Like, all the way down on his cock. They’ve tried deep-throating before, usually Li Ling on Tang Xuan with his- ahem- average-sized dick, but no matter how much they’ve tried, preparing Tang Xuan with increasingly difficult to swallow dildos and practising with suppressing his gag reflex, Tang Xuan has just never been able to take in the last several centimetres of Li Ling’s dick. Until now, with his cock somewhat soft but already stiffening up again. Li Ling sees the moment that Tang Xuan’s eyes clear and he realises the predicament he’s placed himself in. He also sees the moment it turns to grim determination and Li Ling is fast to take his hands and place them on Tang Xuan’s shoulders to push him off.
But Tang Xuan is determined and Li Ling feels the return of that iron grip on his waist as Tang Xuan works against Li Ling’s pushes to keep his mouth firmly latched onto Li Ling’s dick.
“Fuck, Xuan! Don’t be stupid!” He grunts as Tang Xuan resumes his suckling and moaning from earlier with a ferocity he usually reserves for battle and whimpers when he feels his cock stiffening even more. Li Ling can feel the way his dick is now stretching Tang Xuan’s mouth and throat, can feel the texture change as his length extends and pushes his cockhead further down Tang Xuan’s throat. He used to dream of this moment, but the reality of the intensity was something he never could’ve prepared for. Now, he felt more afraid than he did aroused, watching as Tang Xuan jerked around his steadily rising erection. He felt his cock reach further down Tang Xuan’s throat and the movement loosened Tang Xuan’s grip just enough that Li Ling was able to pull him away from his groin.
Tang Xuan made a noise, a garbled mess of a cry that was mostly muffled by the length still in his mouth, and he renewed his grip on Li Ling’s waist to pull himself back down. He was so close, so damn close, to finally having all of Li Ling inside his mouth. As someone who prides himself on his determination and drive, which always lead him to success, not being able to deepthroat his boyfriend smarted his pride in ways he couldn’t vent about in public. But here they were, Li Ling almost at full mast again, and Tang Xuan just right at the cusp of fulfilling one of his deepest desires. If Tang Xuan didn’t succeed in this moment, he knew there would never be a chance again in the future, as Li Ling, as rowdy and rebellious as he was, took Tang Xuan’s safety during sex very seriously. But if he could do it now, even if it’s for a brief moment, then, maybe, he would get to try again more times in the future. He couldn’t give up now! He just had to keep. Pushing. On!
Tang Xuan scrambles to get into a sturdy frog position and feels the hands at his waist tense to push him back, but Tang Xuan was focused and already putting his half-thought-up plan into action. When Li Ling geared up to push at him again, Tang Xuan let him pull him back.
He tensed his thighs.
Li Ling’s eyes widen. “You damn idiot-!”
He burrows the soles of his feet more firmly into the ground.
Li Ling curses and removes his hands completely from his shoulders.
His hands shuffle to move behind Li Ling to grip the top of his buttocks. He takes in a couple of deep breaths while he can.
Li Ling knew he was too late, but still attempts to now remove himself away from Tang Xuan’s mouth, his flame wheels gearing up to propel him backwards.
A slight puff of cloud at Tang Xuan’s feet is all the warning Li Ling had before he found himself flying back into a wall. Tang Xuan didn’t go at a speed that would cause damage to him or the wall but the move stunned him and, at that moment, Tang Xuan swallowed his cock whole again and hummed in victory. The cock hadn’t lost its hardness with the sudden move into the wall, and with Tang Xuan, gleefully, moaning and humming around it, his hands reaching down into Li Ling’s pants to fondle his balls, it had more than enough time to reach its full erection. It's thick, thicker than three- no, four of Tang Xuan’s fingers, longer than the length between his wrist and elbow, and all of it is down. his. throat.
He wouldn’t be able to breathe, but that was barely a fleeting thought as the euphoria settled in his mind. He did it! He nuzzled his nose against his boyfriend’s pubic bone and looked up in pride to meet his boyfriend’s disgruntled eyes.
“Can you breathe?” He snaps, though his eyebrows are pinched in worry rather than actual anger. Tang Xuan slowly blinks and brings his pointer fingers together to form an X.
Li Ling pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. “Will you pull off then? To breathe?”
Tang Xuan looks as if he’s contemplating and tries to pull back. He can’t, so he shrugs and makes another X with his fingers again. He tries to grin but the cock stuffed in his mouth has his lips pulled too far to activate those muscles. Li Ling does feel the twitch and can see how his smug attitude still hasn’t changed.
Tang Xuan holds up 4 fingers and signs the letters M-I-N. He then gestures to his chest, mimes it expanding, and looks at Li Ling expectantly. Li Ling gets the message. Four minutes. He has four minutes in which Tang Xuan can hold his breath. Tang Xuan isn’t going to stop stimulating his dick, so waiting for it to go down is not an option.
Li Ling growls. “When this is over...” he lets his threat hover in the air, not willing to waste any more time with words when his boyfriend has a finite air supply. He grabs Tang Xuan at the nape of his neck and manoeuvres Tang Xuan’s hips and thighs to fall open more so he can, once again, grab his prick. For half a moment, he fantasises about torturing Tang Xuan by denying him an orgasm, but he decides that can be punishment for later when his dumbass boyfriend is no longer in danger of suffocation. He’s not really surprised to find that Tang Xuan’s prick is still fully erect and leaking profusely. He just grabs it and enjoys, for the moment, the feel of it rolling between his large fingers. He allows himself this soft reprieve before tackling the larger task at hand.
“You asked for this, babe. Don’t want to hear crap from you later.” Li Ling moves his other arms around Tang Xuan to grab and lift him off the ground, putting his whole body parallel to the ground and perpendicular to him. Slowly, he stands up, mindful of his cock still in his boyfriend’s mouth, but Tang Xuan is content to be moved freely by Li Ling, completely limp in his boyfriend’s many arms. Once fully up, he braces his feet and supports Tang Xuan’s head. Then, very carefully, he pulls his hips back. True to Tang Xuan’s words, he finds that he there’s a point where it won’t move out any further, a few centimetres is all he’s given to work with. It’s enough.
Li Ling thrusts in, making sure to grind his hips to shove his cock as far as he can go. In his hands, Tang Xuan jerks but is otherwise kept in place and Li Ling rears up again for another thrust.
Tang Xuan thinks, when he can, that this is what heaven must be like. It’s probably the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but he finds he’s not in discomfort as Li Ling picks up the pace to focus on bringing himself to completion. Below him, his own cock is stroked in long, steady motions and his hole at the tip is teased with a lone finger. There are two arms wrapped fully around his torso, keeping his arms at his side and upper body stead, and Li Ling’s sixth hand is located under his chin, keeping his head up and neck straight to take Li Ling’s cock. Tang Xuan makes a single attempt to rut into the hand playing with his prick, but can’t find any leverage, his toes not even touching the ground. He gives up easily enough and trusts that Li Ling will take care of him like the older man usually does. This doesn’t mean he is completely passive. When he can, Tang Xuan alternates between sucking, swallowing, and licking around Li Ling’s shaft whenever he can, when he can’t, he keeps up a near-constant hum in his throat, the vibrations adding to the stimulation.
He feels his mind begin to blank, his body going slacker by the second, as his need for air grows. He tries to distract himself by timing his swallows when Li Ling is thrust in at his deepest, but even that takes too much energy. Fresh tears well up in his eyes and fall, and his vision starts to grey. He feels panic start to rise and tries to keep himself calm, knowing it would only make things worse.
Above him, Li Ling observes his boyfriend lose against his survivor instincts. “That’s a pretty face.” He mumbles, his thrusts never faltering. He was near his orgasm, has been for a while now as Tang Xuan’s efforts didn’t go unfounded. Tang Xuan was also close, though Li Ling isn’t sure if the younger man can tell between his struggles. He stroked Tang Xuan’s prick more, eyeing the way his body shutters, trying to take in a breath to offset all the pleasure it was feeling, but unable to. One final stroke, from base to tip, and Tang Xuan freezes as his orgasm hit him. In his hands, Tang Xuan’s prick jerks and semen splatters onto the ground beneath him.
With Tang Xuan falling apart below him, his face turning a purplish-red hue, eyes rolling back and tears streaming down his face, Li Ling finally reaches his peak and comes down his boyfriend’s throat. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to worry about Tang Xuan choking on his seed, as his cock is so far down his throat, that it directly deposits it down his esophagus. Li Ling removes one of his normal hands from the back of Tang Xuan’s head and makes space between his throat and his larger hand to feel his cock from the outside. He rubs where his head is, just near Tang Xuan’s adam’s apple to see if he can feel it jerking. Perhaps he can, or maybe it’s just Tang Xuan’s muscles contracting around the foreign object.
Tang Xuan brings up a hand to tap on Li Ling’s thighs. Li Ling sighs and caresses his taut cheek. “I know, Xuan, but I can’t risk pulling out until I’m softer.” As if to punctuate his sentence, Li Ling feels his cock jerk again within the confines of Tang Xuan’s throat. Tang Xuan taps again and whimpers, body shuddering and eyes rolling pitifully to look to Li Ling for help. Li Ling’s post-orgasmic high is cut short by the genuine fear in his boyfriend’s eyes and all he can do is stroke his face and hair gently and whisper soft platitudes to assure him. Li Ling pulls as far back as he can, but he still isn’t soft enough to fully leave his mouth and he isn’t risking extreme damage by yanking his dick.
Tang Xuan grows desperate, the fear of suffocating taking over his logical thinking, and he tries to struggle off Li Ling’s cock anyway. Li Ling feels bad but holds his boyfriend still.
“Soon, Xuan, just a little more, hold out a little more for me, babe.” He coos, trying to keep his voice steady and smooth. He starts to soften and he gently pulls back. He has to insert a few fingers to keep Tang Xuan’s mouth spread and stop him from biting in his instinctual panic. A few teeth scrape his cock, but the pain is nothing compared to watching his boyfriend’s eyes start glazing over, and not in a sexy way. Li Ling’s cock softens further and, finally, it is shrunk enough that he can pull all the way out. Saliva and some cum slide out and Tang Xuan takes in the biggest breath.
Immediately, Li Ling lifts Tang Xuan up to be face level with him and wraps him in his arms.
“You did so well for me, babe. So fucking good. Damn, you never cease to surprise me. Your mouth, your damn throat, made me feel so good. You’re too good for me babe.” On and on he praises Tang Xuan, peppering kisses up and down his face and petting his hair and back. He feels hands on his own face and lets Tang Xuan squish and feel his cheeks and mouth. Clearer eyes meet his own, teary and shaken.
“Th-thaat-” Tang Xuan’s voice is absolutely wrecked. He coughs a bit and Li Ling shushes him.
“Don’t speak. We might need to get you looked over...” Li Ling is reluctant to say so because too many Union members are way too familiar with their sex life, a good handful of them are actually invested, but he’s not going to risk Tang Xuan losing his voice or some shit because of a few more (mostly-good natured) rumours making another round. Even if Tang Xuan hates the idea of more people knowing what he and Li Ling get up to when they’re alone, Li Ling isn’t going to cave on this.
Sure enough, Tang Xuan shakes his head.
“'M fine!” He barely whispers out, before being overtaken by a coughing episode. Li Ling smooths his hands down Tang Xuan’s back in sympathy. He opens his mouth to buckle down, when he feels something wet splatter on his shoulders. Looking down, his vision goes red around the edges when he sees that what’s splattering is red.
Tang Xuan looks at his hand, not really comprehending why there’s blood on it. He looks at Li Ling, who’s shaking in barely contained worry and rage, and then back to his hand. “Kay... need- ow, get checked...” He acquiesces and Li Ling gathers him close and takes off into the night.
He was right. It was much easier, and faster, to find their destination from the air.
In the end, Tang Xuan ends up needing bed rest for a week. His prognosis? A ruptured throat. He has to wear a neck brace too due to strained muscles. He and Li Ling don’t even try to come up with a fake story as the evidence is clear on what they were up to.
Maybe, Li Ling could’ve taken the time to at least tuck the both of them back into their pants before zooming through the union demanding for Sally or Clara, but give the dude a break. His boyfriend was coughing up blood after almost suffocating on his dick. He’s just thankful that no one caught a picture of them, hanging free as it were. At least, he thinks no one was able to.
...
Crap, he’s going to be hearing a lot more Weiner jokes at his expense now, isn’t he?
As for Tang Xuan, whatever trauma Li Ling was sure he was going to have after that fiasco, was clearly only on Li Ling’s end because Tang Xuan was... enthusiastic, to say the least.
[New Messages from: Peaches n Cream]
Stop ignoring me!!!!
Once this brace is removed, let’s try again!
You know, just before you came, I swear I soul-projected. I saw us from above and you looked so hot when you came...
I want to do it again, I want to see that face you make again!
I will never be the same after feeling your fat cock fuck my throat.
I felt so good, I want to feel it again!
Won’t you let me? You said I did good, but I want to do better.
I know you enjoyed my depraved face, does it turn you on thinking about it?
I was helpless, completely under your control. Like a glorified fleshlight.
Is that why you came so much? Did you enjoy using my throat like a toy?
I was so hungry before we left, but I feel so full now...
You should use me like that more often, I wouldn’t mind.
Next time, when I pass out, don’t. stop. Use me.
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...Peaches n Cream is typing...
It’s non-stop messages blowing up his phone since Tang Xuan awoke. He wasn’t allowed to even attempt to speak for the next week either, but that didn’t stop him from saying what was on his mind.
Also didn’t deter his filthy words.
Li Ling set his phone down, silenced it, and ignored his boyfriend’s blazing eyes as his fingers continued to fly across his keyboard. Tang Xuan smirked as he watched his boyfriend shuffle in his seat, obviously turned on. He slowly brought a hand to his lips, still swollen, and traced around the sensitive skin, catching his boyfriend’s eye. He watched Li Ling’s eyes darken with lust and decided that he wouldn’t say anything about the new surveillance system the medical team set up that Li Ling missed the briefing on.