With each pass of the tongue over his sensitive hole Chu Yun grew more restless and impatient, Xiao Zai had to keep a firm grip on his thighs to keep him in place. The supplicant moans pouring from his parted lips teased Xiao Zai's senses more dramatically than any physical touch.
"Stop teasing and just fuck me," he pleaded, his fingers grasping for any strand of Xiao Zai's hair hair he could cling to.
Xiao Zai ignored him, and kept at his task.
Chu Yun delighted in being demanding, and as much as Xiao Zai enjoyed indulging him, he also craved the moments where he let go of his closely guarded composure.
To see him unravel was Xiao Zai's greatest pleasure.
He laved at his tight hole with slow swipes of his tongue, pulling more sweet suffering sounds from Chu Yun until all his protests were silenced and he melted into Xiao Zai's hands. At last letting himself be pleasured without dictating how it should happen.
