[ her hips rock against him, and yingxing groans at the friction. his last encounter here aside, it's been a long, long time since he's slept with anyone at all. dan feng had been his last, over thirty years ago.
but now he's on fire with arousal, her hand soon pressing between his thighs, making his pupils dilate. the anticipation is intense. ]
Heh, hey, I'm old but I'm not ancient -
[ another groan as she palms him, his cock prickling with heat through his trousers, pressing up against her hand. he'd let her do just about anything to him without complaint and without hesitation, so when she asks that, he just about loses consciousness. he wants that. wants it quite a bit. ]
I never claimed otherwise. I'm only using your words, after all.
[ Her words are a teasing, amused purr against his mouth. Usually, she allows her clients to set the pace a little more than this before she starts acting—tonight, though, she can't quite help it, falling into a natural banter as she makes her own suggestions. A small part of her marvels at it, wonders if she's doing too much.
Another, more stubborn part, argues with her own mind that he said everything.
So, she leaves a slow, lingering kiss against his mouth before pulling away and dragging herself down and over him, pressing her lips in soft touches over his clothes, down over his chest, his stomach...
And at first, she doesn't even remove his pants, instead pressing kisses over his burgeoning hardness through the material, tongue wetting it as she hums lowly. ]
[ watching her move down his body only further excites him, his cock straining against his trousers by the time she mouths over it, her breath warm through the sturdy fabric. ]
Fuck -
[ she look incredible, kissing her way down like that, nestling between the gap of his thighs, and yingxing can't help but reach to touch her, sifting his fingers through her soft dark hair, watching it run through them like ink.
then, with his free hand, he reaches down to thumb open the button of his pants, but slowly, so that she can stop him at any time if she pleases. he can't wait to feel her.. ]
[ A hint of a smile finds her lips when she hears him curse, when his fingers thread through her hair to touch her as she teases him. It's clear though that he knows where he wants this to go, his free hand thumbing his pants open in a way that makes her chuckle sweetly against the heavy fabric. A perfect invitation.
Who is she to say no?
Xiangyue pulls her mouth away from him just enough that she can reach both hands over him, properly undoing the fastenings so she can reach to the waistband to pull them down. She makes sure to catch his underwear with them, so that as she lowers them over his hips, his cock lifts free, flushed and hardened for her. ]
Mm... [ Her eyes flick up to his face briefly, tongue trailing visibly over her lower lip, a teasing flicker in her gaze. ] Someone's a big boy. [ And then she dips her head low, taking him into her mouth with a low, soft groan. ]
[ a big boy, she calls him, and yingxing can't help but grin. all the more for her to enjoy, he hopes. as if he really needs his ego to be any larger than it already is..
but that's all gone the moment her warm mouth touches him, sliding over the head of his thick cock in a way that makes yingxing's eyes roll back. her lips are soft, her tongue like velvet, and it takes everything he has not to buck right up into that heat, his free hand instead seizing in the bedding, white-knuckled. ]
That's good..
[ he murmurs, the hand in her hair stroking gently as he watches her with hungry eyes, propped up enough against the headboard and pillows that he can watch her work. ]
[ A soft hum echoes around him in answer to the praise he offers. Good, he says, but she's barely started, her movements very briefly shallow as she widens her mouth to fit his girth. She has enough practice though that it doesn't take her too long to do just that, taking him gradually deeper into her mouth as she braces her hands against his thighs.
She can feel him watching her, and so as she moves against him, she lets her eyes flick up, bright and intent as they lock with his, gleaming with luminescence. She's quick, too, to pick up speed, taking him deeper into her mouth.
Something coils in her, more than pleased by the way he reacts, looks down at her as his fingers move through her hair. ]
[ oh good gods, she's taking him in deeply already, and with ease, and yingxing immediately hates all the men she's been with to become so good at this, each and every one she's practiced with.
but he has no place being jealous in a brothel, especially when he really doesn't know anything about her beyond what little she has told him. he wants to know everything, yes, in time - he wants to know all about her.. but right now, he's got her between his legs with his cock in her mouth, and it's difficult to think about anything else, even her other partners.
her eyes meet his, and yingxing's abdomen tightens reflexively, a bolt of pleasure coursing up his spine as he continues to pet her soft hair, thumbing at the pointed edge of her ear. his hips shift, not quite rocking upward, just enough to feel the drag of her lips around his cock, precum spilling against her warm tongue, his lips parting around quick breaths.
what an incredible sight she makes, lewd and hungry for him, leaving shining wetness behind when she begins to bob her head, until the head of his cock bumps the back of her throat. ]
[ Yingxing may have no place being jealous in a brothel. But neither does Dan Heng—and yet he's with her now because she trampled over her coworker's chance to see him again, beelining for him the moment she noticed him. She couldn't let anyone else have him again, so...
if he's jealous, then she's just as bad.
Still, right now her focus is on him, on the curious flash in his eyes, on the way his abs tighten, on the way his thumb traces the point of her ear. She laps the precum from the tip of him, enjoying the sound of his quickly-stolen breaths as she starts to move her head, take him deeper until he's nudging at the back of her throat.
And there's still more of him. Impressive—
She pulls back only for long enough to lick her swollen lips, to offer him a teasing smile, promising words: ] Take from me what you would, xiansheng.
[ what a dangerous combination they are, even if they do not yet know it - jealous of one another's time with others, when neither of them have any place to be. they hardly know one another, but he's so deeply infatuated with her that he can hardly stop thinking about her, and now, being here, surrounded by her scent in this bed, feels utterly satisfying.
when she pulls off of him with a lewd wet sound, yingxing shivers, his cock fully hard now, shining with her saliva and his precum both, laying thick against his abdomen - which is still far too covered, when he's feeling so warm. so yingxing leans forward a little, unfastening his craftsman's tunic and shrugging it off, then quickly tugging off the undershirt beneath by the collar. both are discarded, tossed over the side of the bed without further preamble. ]
Mm.. if you're sure. Just let me know if I hurt you.
[ he says, settling back again and taking his cock in his hand, pumping it slowly once or twice before guiding it to her pretty mouth again, pushing the tip against her plush, warm lips. ]
[ Let me know if I hurt you, he tells her, and she responds only with a raise of her eyebrow, an expression almost challenging, right before she sinks against him once more, mouth wet and warm. Alight in her mind already is the image of him removing his shirt and undershirt, saved there for later: the firm of his muscles as he moves, the built strength under the skin.
Now that he's guiding himself, she sinks down partway but otherwise doesn't move. She'll let him do the moving now, let him take her as he wants, mouth open and waiting for him to do so, eyes still bright as she looks at him.
She's so used to having to feign desire in her gaze. But this time, she's not. The want burning there is real, a hunger stirring in her core for every moment they spend like this, his musky scent burning her senses in the same way as does his kiss. ]
[ she parts her lips over him, eager to take him into her mouth again, and yingxing is so sure that the burning desire he sees in her eyes is real and authentic. maybe that's a foolish conclusion - she is not only a courtesan, but a damned good one, surely she could make any man feel as if he were the only man in the world.
.. but she came back to him, and offered herself when she didn't need to. she swooped down on him before anyone else could. doesn't that mean something?
xiangyue is swallowing him down again, and all rational thought vacates yingxing's mind as he slides his fingers against her nape, cupping the back of her skull, gently holding a handful of her hair. then, gently at first, he begins to guide her, dragging her head up and down over his cock while he rolls his hips as well, fucking into that sweet, wet heat, deeper and deeper, until at last he's pushing past her gag reflex and into her throat, his entire cock buried deep.
it's a riot of pleasure, and the only thing that keeps him from rolling his eyes back is the fact that she looks so good like this that he couldn't possibly look away. ]
Fuck, babygirl, that's amazing..
[ he mutters, then begins rocking his hips in earnest, taking her mouth and throat both. ]
[ If she realized how easily he's seen through her, she might just up and run away, despite how much she wants to be here with him. But she's not thinking of any of that right now—how could she be, when his hand is wrapped against the back of her skull, guiding her movements as he starts to move? Her experience is such that she doesn't need to take her time with this; her gag reflex is practiced enough that her response is a simple flutter of her lashes as she adjusts to him.
The way he moves means that she finally needs to close her eyes, at least for now, but she'll reward him in another way than her honeyed gaze; one hand braces her against his thigh, but the other moves the the fastening of her silks, unpinning the top of them so they slip open to reveal her breasts.
Then, that same hand slides over one of them, groping at her own front, squeezing her nipple between her fingers as she moans for him.
She'll put on a show, just like this, even as he uses her mouth. ]
[ oh, it's almost too much. yingxing is a man with great stamina, he won't come yet, but his cock still twitches once she opens the front of her robes, revealing her soft breasts and rosy pink nipples. he wants to be the one touching her, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling their plushness, teasing her nipples -
his hips jerk upward, but only an inch or so - he has to restrain himself. ]
Oh, fuck -
[ he whispers softly, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly, his hips moving in a deeper rhythm now, a little faster, fucking her mouth and throat in earnest now that he knows that she can take it with ease. the lewd noises made are intensely erotic, and yingxing can feel his pleasure building hot in his belly, twisting around on itself like snakes.
he bites his lip, pushing in deep, until she's swallowed him down fully, and holds there for a few moments before releasing. ]
Mmm, I don't want to come yet, but you feel so good..
All Dan Heng can do is open her eyes, glossed over as they are with the effort of what she's doing, peering up at him through her lashes with the brightest of intent. If she could talk, she'd tell him to go ahead and come, their time together isn't dictated by how quickly he loses himself to her but by other things entirely
(her will, for one. his wallet, for another.)
She can only hope though that she makes it clear enough in the way she lets go of his thigh altogether, no longer bracing herself but allowing him complete freedom, both hands on her front now as she presses her breasts together, moaning around him again, an invitation—
and then lets go of herself to trail her hands down her front instead, silk dragging against her as she rubs her hand over her cunt without undressing, kneeling legs splayed and hips arching up into her own movements.
A show will persuade him as well as anything else, after all. ]
[ .. that'll do it. she might not be able to speak with her mouth full of cock, but her reactions alone convey what she wants to say. he's got all night with her, there's no reason not to let go if that's what they both want.
besides, with the way she touches herself, how the hell is he supposed to resist?
yingxing's eyes are fixed on her, entranced, watching the way she pushes her tits together, then reaches through her thighs to rub between then, her hips arched prettily, and all the while she's sucking him down, eagerly, hungrily.
swearing again under his breath, yingxing slides both hands into her hair now, holding it by the roots as he begins to fuck her mouth in earnest, watching her face flush warm as he chases his pleasure shamelessly, the walls of her throat squeezing all around him, his cock pulsing against her tongue until at last he snaps, unable to hold back, flooding her mouth with ropes of warm spend, shooting it right down the back of her throat with a deep, gratified groan. the pleasure is immense. ]
Gods - [ he whispers harshly, still rolling his hips into the sweet, throbbing aftershocks. ]
[ Xiangyue moans softly around Yingxing's cock when he comes, swallowing the ropes of spend that flood her mouth. It's a lot, but she's nothing but a consummate professional, and practiced enough that she doesn't spill him, nary a drop left on her lips when she finally pulls away from his still-rocking hips, tongue tracing the lines of her mouth as she watches him in silence.
Her core aches. She enjoys her job, but it's never felt quite like this, this wanton need for him to fuck her—
She doesn't say any of that, though. Instead, she moves, shimmying out of the last of her silks before she draws herself up the bed, body laid out alongside his, fingertips trailing down his chest as she smiles at him. ]
Seems like someone had a good time, [ she murmurs, hand continuing down so she can wrap fingers around his softening cock, touching him in slow, long strokes—not enough to overwhelm him, but enough to keep his pleasure ebbing there, ready to build back up. ] Pent up, were you?
[ yingxing feels dizzy, blurry eyed as she shucks off the rest of her silks and climbs up to lay beside him, beautifully nude, her soft curves and pale jade skin on full display for him. her soft hand curls around his cock, stroking him slowly, making him groan low and soft as the aftershocks continue to roll in.
turning his head, yingxing butts his brow lightly against hers, exhaling a low laugh. ]
.. just a little.
[ for as beautiful and skilled as last week's courtesan had been, they weren't who yingxing really wanted. and before that.. well. it'd been just him and his own hands for almost three decades. pent up is surely the word for it. his hips continue to rock while she gently strokes him, a hum in the back of his throat. ]
Don't think I don't plan to take care of you, too.
[ just. in a moment. once he catches his breath and the room stops tilting. ]
[ She laughs softly, shaking her head in answer to him when he butts his brow to hers. It's a simple affectionate gesture, perhaps more than he should offer someone like her—and yet she finds she doesn't mind it.
She welcomes it, even, leaning forward to peck a soft kiss against his mouth in return, even as he laughs lowly, even as she keeps slowly working her hand over his answering hips. ]
That will come in time, [ she murmurs. After all, her job and desire both is to please him, to give him in this encounter all the things he wants, dreams about. ] For now, tell me more about what "everything" means to you, Yingxing-xiansheng.
[ She dips her head to press kisses over the top of his chest as she waits for his answer. ]
[ maybe he's being a little too affectionate, but.. that's the fantasy that she's supposed to be selling, too, right? it's not always just about sex, but about the illusion of companionship, which he's more than happy to take her up on. but then she's asking him about "everything", and yingxing laughs. ]
I mean everything.
[ he says softly, smiling when she kisses his chest, his eyes meeting hers. ]
I want to kiss every inch of you. [ he murmurs, one hand smoothing through her hair. ] To touch every inch of you. To fuck you every way you want me to until you forget your own name.
Yingxing speaks words that would make more sense if she were a woman he was trying to woo than a sex worker. Dan Heng feels her cheeks warm even as some deep part of her rumbles in content—
because this is how it's meant to be. After all, Yingxing is hers.
The thought strikes her abruptly, and she lowers her head, hiding her shock at her own mind with a soft chuckle.
She should tell him that she's here for him, not the other way around— ]
If that's what you want, handsome, then who am I to refuse?
[ the little tinge of pink in her cheeks feels like a victory, but yinging is sure not to act too smug about it, even if he wants to. he's walking a dangerous line, he knows, tiptoeing along the edge of a knife, so he knows he has to be careful.
especially considering how he knows full well how wrong this is. she isn't dan feng. no matter how much she looks like him, and reminds yingxing of him, she isn't him, and it isn't fair to put that on her shoulders. yet even still, he can't help the way he's drawn to her, how much he wants her.. ]
Heh. Good. Because I want to spoil you as much as you spoil me.
[ he murmurs, one hand lifting so he can run the pad of his thumb along her plush lower lip. ]
Even though I know you've got men and women and everyone in between falling all over themselves to please you already. I'll make sure you remember me.
[ Her brows lift in answer to his statement, and despite the way that she wants to preen, there's something that worries momentarily at the back of her mind. The two of them come from different worlds, and as much as she feels possessive toward him, she knows in her heart it's not right, not when she is who she is, and he is who he is. So, when he says something so romantic...
She purses her lips against the thumb that runs over the lower of the two, and for a moment she thinks she has to say something—
But then, without her needing to do so, he clarifies, and she breathes out slightly.
It's about his ego, she thinks. That's all.
And so, the answer that finds her own lips is teasing, eyes glinting in warm amusement. ]
You say that like you aren't already incredibly memorable, Yingxing.
that's what he has to tell himself, at least. that it isn't about simply wanting to leave his mark so hard that she never forgets him, that she burns thinking of him every night, aching for him to please her again and again. he wants his face and body to be seared into her mind so hard that no one else could ever be enough.
unfair, he knows. unfair, when her job is to please others, to give herself away. ]
You're sweet. [ he says, and chuckles. ] But I can do better.
[ like now, with his hand running down her side, slow and sensual, knuckles gliding along the inside of her thigh and upward, grazing her soft cunt. ]
[ He says he can do better, and... oh, this is dangerous. This is far too dangerous. Her lips part, and for a moment she thinks she will argue, that she will remind him of who she is, of what she does...
but before she can, his knuckles graze against her, and she lets out a soft, trembling sigh. Her attention, despite herself, is all over him—
She swallows hard. ]
Then... show me.
[ It's an attempt to regain control over the situation, a smile on her lips as she leans in to press them against his. ]
[ she leans in, their lips touch, and instantly yingxing is back in the moment, drowning in the feeling of her kiss, her soft lips, the scent of her around him.
sighing against her, yingxing pushes in for more, parting his lips over hers, tasting the remnants of himself still clinging to her lips and mouth. he could never get enough of kissing her. his hand, meanwhile, continues to move, turning so that he can palm at her sex, his entire hand cupping it, pressing against it, before two fingertips glide between her folds, gathering the slick there and moving upward to her clit, which he begins to rub in slow circles.
he rumbles slow and soft, touching her slowly, but expertly, all of his old muscle memory returning quickly. ]
So soft..
[ he murmurs quietly, nipping her lower lip, then deepening the kiss. ]
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but now he's on fire with arousal, her hand soon pressing between his thighs, making his pupils dilate. the anticipation is intense. ]
Heh, hey, I'm old but I'm not ancient -
[ another groan as she palms him, his cock prickling with heat through his trousers, pressing up against her hand. he'd let her do just about anything to him without complaint and without hesitation, so when she asks that, he just about loses consciousness. he wants that. wants it quite a bit. ]
- y-yeah, yeah, I'd like that.
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[ Her words are a teasing, amused purr against his mouth. Usually, she allows her clients to set the pace a little more than this before she starts acting—tonight, though, she can't quite help it, falling into a natural banter as she makes her own suggestions. A small part of her marvels at it, wonders if she's doing too much.
Another, more stubborn part, argues with her own mind that he said everything.
So, she leaves a slow, lingering kiss against his mouth before pulling away and dragging herself down and over him, pressing her lips in soft touches over his clothes, down over his chest, his stomach...
And at first, she doesn't even remove his pants, instead pressing kisses over his burgeoning hardness through the material, tongue wetting it as she hums lowly. ]
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Fuck -
[ she look incredible, kissing her way down like that, nestling between the gap of his thighs, and yingxing can't help but reach to touch her, sifting his fingers through her soft dark hair, watching it run through them like ink.
then, with his free hand, he reaches down to thumb open the button of his pants, but slowly, so that she can stop him at any time if she pleases. he can't wait to feel her.. ]
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Who is she to say no?
Xiangyue pulls her mouth away from him just enough that she can reach both hands over him, properly undoing the fastenings so she can reach to the waistband to pull them down. She makes sure to catch his underwear with them, so that as she lowers them over his hips, his cock lifts free, flushed and hardened for her. ]
Mm... [ Her eyes flick up to his face briefly, tongue trailing visibly over her lower lip, a teasing flicker in her gaze. ] Someone's a big boy. [ And then she dips her head low, taking him into her mouth with a low, soft groan. ]
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but that's all gone the moment her warm mouth touches him, sliding over the head of his thick cock in a way that makes yingxing's eyes roll back. her lips are soft, her tongue like velvet, and it takes everything he has not to buck right up into that heat, his free hand instead seizing in the bedding, white-knuckled. ]
That's good..
[ he murmurs, the hand in her hair stroking gently as he watches her with hungry eyes, propped up enough against the headboard and pillows that he can watch her work. ]
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She can feel him watching her, and so as she moves against him, she lets her eyes flick up, bright and intent as they lock with his, gleaming with luminescence. She's quick, too, to pick up speed, taking him deeper into her mouth.
Something coils in her, more than pleased by the way he reacts, looks down at her as his fingers move through her hair. ]
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but he has no place being jealous in a brothel, especially when he really doesn't know anything about her beyond what little she has told him. he wants to know everything, yes, in time - he wants to know all about her.. but right now, he's got her between his legs with his cock in her mouth, and it's difficult to think about anything else, even her other partners.
her eyes meet his, and yingxing's abdomen tightens reflexively, a bolt of pleasure coursing up his spine as he continues to pet her soft hair, thumbing at the pointed edge of her ear. his hips shift, not quite rocking upward, just enough to feel the drag of her lips around his cock, precum spilling against her warm tongue, his lips parting around quick breaths.
what an incredible sight she makes, lewd and hungry for him, leaving shining wetness behind when she begins to bob her head, until the head of his cock bumps the back of her throat. ]
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if he's jealous, then she's just as bad.
Still, right now her focus is on him, on the curious flash in his eyes, on the way his abs tighten, on the way his thumb traces the point of her ear. She laps the precum from the tip of him, enjoying the sound of his quickly-stolen breaths as she starts to move her head, take him deeper until he's nudging at the back of her throat.
And there's still more of him. Impressive—
She pulls back only for long enough to lick her swollen lips, to offer him a teasing smile, promising words: ] Take from me what you would, xiansheng.
[ She can, after all, take him all. ]
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when she pulls off of him with a lewd wet sound, yingxing shivers, his cock fully hard now, shining with her saliva and his precum both, laying thick against his abdomen - which is still far too covered, when he's feeling so warm. so yingxing leans forward a little, unfastening his craftsman's tunic and shrugging it off, then quickly tugging off the undershirt beneath by the collar. both are discarded, tossed over the side of the bed without further preamble. ]
Mm.. if you're sure. Just let me know if I hurt you.
[ he says, settling back again and taking his cock in his hand, pumping it slowly once or twice before guiding it to her pretty mouth again, pushing the tip against her plush, warm lips. ]
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Now that he's guiding himself, she sinks down partway but otherwise doesn't move. She'll let him do the moving now, let him take her as he wants, mouth open and waiting for him to do so, eyes still bright as she looks at him.
She's so used to having to feign desire in her gaze. But this time, she's not. The want burning there is real, a hunger stirring in her core for every moment they spend like this, his musky scent burning her senses in the same way as does his kiss. ]
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.. but she came back to him, and offered herself when she didn't need to. she swooped down on him before anyone else could. doesn't that mean something?
xiangyue is swallowing him down again, and all rational thought vacates yingxing's mind as he slides his fingers against her nape, cupping the back of her skull, gently holding a handful of her hair. then, gently at first, he begins to guide her, dragging her head up and down over his cock while he rolls his hips as well, fucking into that sweet, wet heat, deeper and deeper, until at last he's pushing past her gag reflex and into her throat, his entire cock buried deep.
it's a riot of pleasure, and the only thing that keeps him from rolling his eyes back is the fact that she looks so good like this that he couldn't possibly look away. ]
Fuck, babygirl, that's amazing..
[ he mutters, then begins rocking his hips in earnest, taking her mouth and throat both. ]
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The way he moves means that she finally needs to close her eyes, at least for now, but she'll reward him in another way than her honeyed gaze; one hand braces her against his thigh, but the other moves the the fastening of her silks, unpinning the top of them so they slip open to reveal her breasts.
Then, that same hand slides over one of them, groping at her own front, squeezing her nipple between her fingers as she moans for him.
She'll put on a show, just like this, even as he uses her mouth. ]
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his hips jerk upward, but only an inch or so - he has to restrain himself. ]
Oh, fuck -
[ he whispers softly, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly, his hips moving in a deeper rhythm now, a little faster, fucking her mouth and throat in earnest now that he knows that she can take it with ease. the lewd noises made are intensely erotic, and yingxing can feel his pleasure building hot in his belly, twisting around on itself like snakes.
he bites his lip, pushing in deep, until she's swallowed him down fully, and holds there for a few moments before releasing. ]
Mmm, I don't want to come yet, but you feel so good..
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All Dan Heng can do is open her eyes, glossed over as they are with the effort of what she's doing, peering up at him through her lashes with the brightest of intent. If she could talk, she'd tell him to go ahead and come, their time together isn't dictated by how quickly he loses himself to her but by other things entirely
(her will, for one. his wallet, for another.)
She can only hope though that she makes it clear enough in the way she lets go of his thigh altogether, no longer bracing herself but allowing him complete freedom, both hands on her front now as she presses her breasts together, moaning around him again, an invitation—
and then lets go of herself to trail her hands down her front instead, silk dragging against her as she rubs her hand over her cunt without undressing, kneeling legs splayed and hips arching up into her own movements.
A show will persuade him as well as anything else, after all. ]
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besides, with the way she touches herself, how the hell is he supposed to resist?
yingxing's eyes are fixed on her, entranced, watching the way she pushes her tits together, then reaches through her thighs to rub between then, her hips arched prettily, and all the while she's sucking him down, eagerly, hungrily.
swearing again under his breath, yingxing slides both hands into her hair now, holding it by the roots as he begins to fuck her mouth in earnest, watching her face flush warm as he chases his pleasure shamelessly, the walls of her throat squeezing all around him, his cock pulsing against her tongue until at last he snaps, unable to hold back, flooding her mouth with ropes of warm spend, shooting it right down the back of her throat with a deep, gratified groan. the pleasure is immense. ]
Gods - [ he whispers harshly, still rolling his hips into the sweet, throbbing aftershocks. ]
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Her core aches. She enjoys her job, but it's never felt quite like this, this wanton need for him to fuck her—
She doesn't say any of that, though. Instead, she moves, shimmying out of the last of her silks before she draws herself up the bed, body laid out alongside his, fingertips trailing down his chest as she smiles at him. ]
Seems like someone had a good time, [ she murmurs, hand continuing down so she can wrap fingers around his softening cock, touching him in slow, long strokes—not enough to overwhelm him, but enough to keep his pleasure ebbing there, ready to build back up. ] Pent up, were you?
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turning his head, yingxing butts his brow lightly against hers, exhaling a low laugh. ]
.. just a little.
[ for as beautiful and skilled as last week's courtesan had been, they weren't who yingxing really wanted. and before that.. well. it'd been just him and his own hands for almost three decades. pent up is surely the word for it. his hips continue to rock while she gently strokes him, a hum in the back of his throat. ]
Don't think I don't plan to take care of you, too.
[ just. in a moment. once he catches his breath and the room stops tilting. ]
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She welcomes it, even, leaning forward to peck a soft kiss against his mouth in return, even as he laughs lowly, even as she keeps slowly working her hand over his answering hips. ]
That will come in time, [ she murmurs. After all, her job and desire both is to please him, to give him in this encounter all the things he wants, dreams about. ] For now, tell me more about what "everything" means to you, Yingxing-xiansheng.
[ She dips her head to press kisses over the top of his chest as she waits for his answer. ]
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I mean everything.
[ he says softly, smiling when she kisses his chest, his eyes meeting hers. ]
I want to kiss every inch of you. [ he murmurs, one hand smoothing through her hair. ] To touch every inch of you. To fuck you every way you want me to until you forget your own name.
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Oh, this could be incredibly, terribly dangerous.
Yingxing speaks words that would make more sense if she were a woman he was trying to woo than a sex worker. Dan Heng feels her cheeks warm even as some deep part of her rumbles in content—
because this is how it's meant to be. After all, Yingxing is hers.
The thought strikes her abruptly, and she lowers her head, hiding her shock at her own mind with a soft chuckle.
She should tell him that she's here for him, not the other way around— ]
If that's what you want, handsome, then who am I to refuse?
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especially considering how he knows full well how wrong this is. she isn't dan feng. no matter how much she looks like him, and reminds yingxing of him, she isn't him, and it isn't fair to put that on her shoulders. yet even still, he can't help the way he's drawn to her, how much he wants her.. ]
Heh. Good. Because I want to spoil you as much as you spoil me.
[ he murmurs, one hand lifting so he can run the pad of his thumb along her plush lower lip. ]
Even though I know you've got men and women and everyone in between falling all over themselves to please you already. I'll make sure you remember me.
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She purses her lips against the thumb that runs over the lower of the two, and for a moment she thinks she has to say something—
But then, without her needing to do so, he clarifies, and she breathes out slightly.
It's about his ego, she thinks. That's all.
And so, the answer that finds her own lips is teasing, eyes glinting in warm amusement. ]
You say that like you aren't already incredibly memorable, Yingxing.
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that's what he has to tell himself, at least. that it isn't about simply wanting to leave his mark so hard that she never forgets him, that she burns thinking of him every night, aching for him to please her again and again. he wants his face and body to be seared into her mind so hard that no one else could ever be enough.
unfair, he knows. unfair, when her job is to please others, to give herself away. ]
You're sweet. [ he says, and chuckles. ] But I can do better.
[ like now, with his hand running down her side, slow and sensual, knuckles gliding along the inside of her thigh and upward, grazing her soft cunt. ]
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but before she can, his knuckles graze against her, and she lets out a soft, trembling sigh. Her attention, despite herself, is all over him—
She swallows hard. ]
Then... show me.
[ It's an attempt to regain control over the situation, a smile on her lips as she leans in to press them against his. ]
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sighing against her, yingxing pushes in for more, parting his lips over hers, tasting the remnants of himself still clinging to her lips and mouth. he could never get enough of kissing her. his hand, meanwhile, continues to move, turning so that he can palm at her sex, his entire hand cupping it, pressing against it, before two fingertips glide between her folds, gathering the slick there and moving upward to her clit, which he begins to rub in slow circles.
he rumbles slow and soft, touching her slowly, but expertly, all of his old muscle memory returning quickly. ]
So soft..
[ he murmurs quietly, nipping her lower lip, then deepening the kiss. ]
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