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Jian Ci sucked, his tongue rolling and flicking, while his other hand came up to pinch and roll Yu Xi's other nipple between his fingers. The dual assault made Yu Xi writhe, little punched-out gasps escaping him with every pull of Jian Ci's mouth.
While his mouth worked, Jian Ci's hand moved down. He popped the button of Yu Xi's trousers, yanked the zipper down. The sound was obscenely loud. His large, calloused hand slipped beneath the waistband of Yu Xi's underwear, and his fingers wrapped around Yu Xi's cock.
Yu Xi jerked, a choked-off sound tearing from his throat. Jian Ci's grip was firm, knowing. His thumb swiped over the slick head, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there, rubbing it in slow, maddening circles.
"Ah—! Don't… don't stop," Yu Xi begged, his hips bucking up into that glorious friction.
