It must have been hitting a good spot inside, because his hips occasionally twitched and bucked up and down.
"Mm… nnh, mmm—f, n, n…"
Even though he tried to hold it back, his sweet sounds still leaked out.
Joa loosened his own trousers and pulled out his already hard penis.
He then began to stroke it.
The only sounds echoing through the flower field were the wet sloppy noises of him licking Qiong Xing's penis and the sound of his own hand moving.
He wanted him.
He wanted him.
He wanted him.
He wanted Qiong Xing so badly it hurt.
"Qiong Xing, Qiong Xing. Can I make you mine?"
He lifted his face, grabbed the trembling Qiong Xing by the chin, and turned him to face him.
He knew there was no stopping now that they had come this far.
Even so, he still wanted to hear Qiong Xing say that he wanted it, in his own words.
"…Yes… please make me yours, Joa. I want you ahhh, aaahhh!"
The moment he was told "I want you," he could no longer think.
