[ 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. ]
[ She sighs again in answer to the way he moves, pressing in closer to her, kissing him greedily as she arches into his touch. He's mumbling something about her being soft as his fingers glide over her before starting to rub slowly over her clit, and it's dangerous. Too dangerous.
Her heart is pounding in her chest, and... ]
Mm, Yingxing...
[ She lifts one leg, hooking it around him as he deepens their kiss, giving him a better angle to touch her as she does. She shouldn't be doing this, letting herself cave to him so easily. But she can't help it, not when something within her feels like she needs him—
Fuck, this could go so very badly if she's not careful... ]
[ she hooks her leg over his hip, which makes it all the easier for him to touch her, her thighs spreading nicely for him, opening the way. just feeling her is enough to make arousal stir again in his belly, but yingxing ignores it for now, focused too entirely on bringing her pleasure, on making her feel as good as she made him feel.
yingxing hasn't really been intimate in a long time, but he's good at reading people, and he has the hands of an artisan - it's easy to find what makes her arch and purr, to see what feels good, and what feels even better.
so he spends some time teasing her clit, rubbing it slowly until it's nice and swollen, before his fingers descend again, sliding through her slick folds to rub circles around her entrance - but only for a moment. soon, two fingers glide into her, the way made easy for how wet and aroused she is, but he's sure not to neglect her clit, arching his hand so that the heel of it rubs flat against her. ]
I like the way you say my name. [ he murmurs, smiling against her mouth between kisses. ] So sweet..
[ Xiangyue's experience, of course, is as far from Yingxing's as possible. She has sex everyday, and on most days more than once. Most of her experiences are reasonable enough, but as a rule, clients are there for the service she provides. Their interest in pleasing her is next to none. She doesn't blame them, of course. It's a fact of the job.
Occasionally, she gets a client who wants to show off. Make her remember them. Give her the best time she's ever had.
Ironically, those ones are often the worst, so caught up in their own ego that they don't truly have time for her.
Yingxing is already different. She can tell herself it's ego, but it's more than that. It's confidence, paired with a genuine, honest desire to make her keep him in her mind. And she's afraid of how well it's working. Of how well it worked before he even started to try. Her status as Dan Feng's reincarnation is no doubt part of his interest, as well as dictating her own towards him, but...
Two fingers slide into her, and she forgets to dwell on it. Her hips stutter against his touch, and she moans against his mouth, neglecting even to make a teasing comment in answer to what he says next. ]
[ she's so incredibly warm inside, clutching his fingers tightly, her inner walls as soft as satin and wet at sin, allowing him to begin sliding in and out of her without issue, starting up a slow, deep rhythm. he's trying not to think of dan feng, for that would be a disservice to her, but the body remembers more than it lets on, and his fingers curl within her just in the way that dan feng liked, the pads of his fingertips rubbing up against her upper walls, tight to the bone, massaging in slow, wide circles.
and all the while he kisses her, swallowing up the sweet sounds she makes, the soft moans that he can tell are genuine, because they're well timed with the involuntary fluttering of her cunt around his knuckles. some things are not easily hidden, when pleasure is involved.
gods, he wants more. he wants to give her everything he promised, and then some. she deserves it. she deserves the raw pleasure, and to feel like, for once, it's all about her.
using his weight, yingxing tips her onto her back, breaking the kiss so he can drag his mouth instead along her jaw and down her throat, tracing the straining tendon there, tongue dragging over her pulse. he doesn't stop until he's kissing down the center of her chest, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then turning to mouth over one of her breasts, sucking slow at the rosy pink of a nipple. ]
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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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Her heart is pounding in her chest, and... ]
Mm, Yingxing...
[ She lifts one leg, hooking it around him as he deepens their kiss, giving him a better angle to touch her as she does. She shouldn't be doing this, letting herself cave to him so easily. But she can't help it, not when something within her feels like she needs him—
Fuck, this could go so very badly if she's not careful... ]
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yingxing hasn't really been intimate in a long time, but he's good at reading people, and he has the hands of an artisan - it's easy to find what makes her arch and purr, to see what feels good, and what feels even better.
so he spends some time teasing her clit, rubbing it slowly until it's nice and swollen, before his fingers descend again, sliding through her slick folds to rub circles around her entrance - but only for a moment. soon, two fingers glide into her, the way made easy for how wet and aroused she is, but he's sure not to neglect her clit, arching his hand so that the heel of it rubs flat against her. ]
I like the way you say my name. [ he murmurs, smiling against her mouth between kisses. ] So sweet..
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Occasionally, she gets a client who wants to show off. Make her remember them. Give her the best time she's ever had.
Ironically, those ones are often the worst, so caught up in their own ego that they don't truly have time for her.
Yingxing is already different. She can tell herself it's ego, but it's more than that. It's confidence, paired with a genuine, honest desire to make her keep him in her mind. And she's afraid of how well it's working. Of how well it worked before he even started to try. Her status as Dan Feng's reincarnation is no doubt part of his interest, as well as dictating her own towards him, but...
Two fingers slide into her, and she forgets to dwell on it. Her hips stutter against his touch, and she moans against his mouth, neglecting even to make a teasing comment in answer to what he says next. ]
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and all the while he kisses her, swallowing up the sweet sounds she makes, the soft moans that he can tell are genuine, because they're well timed with the involuntary fluttering of her cunt around his knuckles. some things are not easily hidden, when pleasure is involved.
gods, he wants more. he wants to give her everything he promised, and then some. she deserves it. she deserves the raw pleasure, and to feel like, for once, it's all about her.
using his weight, yingxing tips her onto her back, breaking the kiss so he can drag his mouth instead along her jaw and down her throat, tracing the straining tendon there, tongue dragging over her pulse. he doesn't stop until he's kissing down the center of her chest, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then turning to mouth over one of her breasts, sucking slow at the rosy pink of a nipple. ]