Yu Xi's back bowed off the bed. A raw, sensual cry tore from his throat, high and wanton. It wasn't a word, just pure, unfiltered sensation. That sound, that fucking sound, went straight to Jian Ci's cock.
It unraveled him. His thrusts became erratic, powerful, slamming into Yu Xi with a force that shook the bed frame. The slick, wet sound of their joining filled the room, a filthy, perfect rhythm.
"That's it," Jian Ci rasped, his own control shredding. "Make that noise for me. Let me hear how good my cock feels inside you." He fucked into him with deep, grinding rolls of his hips, wanting to press deeper than was physically possible. "You take me so well. Your hole is clinging to my dick, sucking me in deeper. Fuck, Little Xi... ah fuck."
He dropped one of Yu Xi's legs, bracing himself on the head board with one hand while the other wrapped around Yu Xi's leaking cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, his grip tight, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the sensitive head.
