"Yes." Ningyan smiled and lifted his hand to Lan Meishan's cheek. "I like what you're doing to me, so please… don't stop. It's torturous."
A pleased smile curled across Lan Meishan's lips. He returned to rubbing and sucking at Ningyan's nipples, giving each of them equal attention until Ningyan was breathing hard, soft moans spilling from his lips.
Meishan's hands trailed along Ningyan's sides, slowly caressing as he moved lower. His lips brushed over Ningyan's stomach, but his gaze lingered on the scars and gashes scattered across his skin.
A faint sadness flickered through Meishan's eyes.
He lowered his head and pressed gentle kisses over them before moving back up to Ningyan's face.
Ningyan's eyes widened when his cock brushed against Meishan's again. He swallowed hard, gripping Meishan's shoulders, his fingers tangling in his damp hair as Meishan captured his lips in another kiss.
Meishan kissed him like he never wanted to let him go.
