"Ah..." A soft uncontrolled broken breath slipped from Ningyan's lips. His toes curled as Wuhen rubbed his insides, driving a finger deep before adding a second.
"That feels...." His fingers tightened in Wuhen's collar, gripping hard as his body reacted before his mind could catch up, a shiver running through him as sensation coiled tighter and tighter beneath his skin.
Wuhen let out a low amused chuckle. He watched Ningyan carefully. The way his body tensed, the way his back arched, the way he stopped holding back the sounds that spilled from him.
Every reaction was honest... Unfiltered.
"Mmmh..." His lips and fangs continued their attack on Ningyan's neck. His fingers moved with a changing pace, fast then slow, teasing him.
"What are you doing…" Ningyan managed, his voice unsteady, breath uneven as heat crept up his neck, his face flushed.
His hand slid up, gripping Wuhen more firmly as if to steady himself. "Stop… teasing."
Wuhen hummed in response.
