Yan Wuhen was clearly enjoying himself.
He took Ningyan's cock with practiced ease, working him from root to tip, deliberately gagging as he pushed deeper, unbothered by the way it pressed against the back of his throat.
Ningyan's lips parted as his head fell back, a broken breath tearing free. His legs trembled, weak, held upright only by Wuhen's firm grip on his ass.
Running didn't even cross his mind anymore. The thought dissolved completely as Wuhen's tongue worshipped him, drawing helpless moans from his chest, each one spilling out without restraint.
His hands shook, fingers clenching uselessly in the air until Wuhen suddenly slapped his ass, hard.
"Ah.." Ningyan gasped, snapping his head forward, only to meet those red-gold fox eyes glowing with pure amusement as his cock was swallowed again.
He was going to combust.
