Xiao Zai's mind whited out with the rhythmic hot clench of Chu Yun's channel as he fucked himself on his cock. Xiao Zai looked up into his face, his breath hitched at the sight of his trembling eyelashes, and the bottom lip caught between his teeth, at obvious signs of his pleasure.
Chu Yun was trying to hold back his moans, which was a crime in Xiao Zai's opinion. The violence of his pleasure belonged to Xiao Zai, he wanted all of it. On Chu Yun's next downwards thrust, Xiao Zai held on to the throne's armrests and canted his hips up to meet him halfway and drive his cock harder into his twitching hole.
Chu Yun let out a punched out gasp and dropped his hands from the back of the throne to Xiao Zai's shoulders, digging his blunt nails into sweaty flesh.
