"Soon, love, soon," he assures A-Yao with a soft chuckle and a tender kiss to his forehead.
He doesn't have long to be smug, however, because the hot palm of Jin Guangyao's hand has him arching suddenly into his touch, dragging a moan from his throat. And if his sudden movement has jostled Jin Guangyao back onto his fingers which curl against his prostate in a way that may or may not be retaliation because oh, it's good, but so very not enough...? Well, who can say?
They're both masters of plausible deniability after all these years.
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"Soon, love, soon," he assures A-Yao with a soft chuckle and a tender kiss to his forehead.
He doesn't have long to be smug, however, because the hot palm of Jin Guangyao's hand has him arching suddenly into his touch, dragging a moan from his throat. And if his sudden movement has jostled Jin Guangyao back onto his fingers which curl against his prostate in a way that may or may not be retaliation because oh, it's good, but so very not enough...? Well, who can say?
They're both masters of plausible deniability after all these years.