Bai Yu breaks it off, the merest parting of mouths, keeping then linked together in breath. He licks his tingling lips and his tongue brushes Zhu Yilong’s own. Zhu Yilong opens up, seeking his touch, automatic and needy.
Bai Yu braces himself on the back of the chair and goes back down like a mermaid needs the sea. He kisses Zhu Yilong fiercely, pouring his lust and devotion into Zhu Yilong via licks and sounds.
Bai Yu comes up for air, Zhu Yilong tries to follow his movement. Bai Yu’s hands framing Zhu Yilong’s face are the only thing keeping them separated.
Zhu Yikong looks debauched. His hair is messy from Bai Yu’s roaming hands, his lips shine with Bai Yu’s claim, his face is slightly flushed underneath the makeshift blindfold, which lies crooked over closed eyes.
Bai Yu struggles to regain some control. He straddles Zhu Yilong’s thighs, knowing from joyful experience Zhu Yilong can easily take his weight. Carefully, he slides the tie back in place and tightens the knot with a tug. Zhu Yilong gasps, softly.
Bai Yu lets his hands glide from Zhu Yilong’s hair to his throat, then his chest, resuming his slow massage. He follows the same paths with his lips, mouths the dip between Zhu Yilong’s clavicles, trades kneading with small bites over both pectorals. Zhu Yilong has started moving under his hands, arching into the touch as if his very skin was starving for contact. He jolts when Bai Yu closes his teeth over his nipples and sucks.
Bai Yu flashes him a grin around the nub, looking up through his lashes before remembering Zhu Yilong can’t see him. He’s glad he looked though, because Zhu Yilong’s face is a mask of naked desire the likes Bai Yu rarely sees, even less so in a context where he can savour it. The blindfold seems to liberate Zhu Yilong from performing to his self-imposed arbitrary rhythm and intensity. As a bonus, it also allows Bai Yu to watch Zhu Yilong’s every expression, to listen to his sounds and map his body and his reactions at his leisure.
Bai Yu hums around Zhu Yilong’s nipple and pinches his side lightly before soothing the spot with his fingers, and enjoys how Zhu Yilong squirms against him. He especially likes how Zhu Yilong keeps his hands firmly on the armrest.
Sliding to his knees between Zhu Yilong’s long legs, Bai Yu gently pries the open shirt out of his dress pants. He unbuttons his own trousers at the same time, hoping to provide some relief from the pressure of patience to his filling cock.
That’s when he remembers something important. “Hey, babe,” he calls out. “Can I use one of your massagers on you? The shiny one?”
Zhu Yilong rasps, “Of course. In my bag, like last time.”
Last time, it had been Zhu Yilong who had used it on Bai Yu, part of a long night of teasing, and Bai Yu knows Zhu Yilong has willingly agreed to be on the receiving end of the same treatment.
He gets up and retrieves the massager, bringing it back to the chair.
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Re: FILL: Bai Yu/Zhu Yilong, those ReFa ads (part 4/?)
Date: 2020-03-12 07:49 pm (UTC)Bai Yu braces himself on the back of the chair and goes back down like a mermaid needs the sea. He kisses Zhu Yilong fiercely, pouring his lust and devotion into Zhu Yilong via licks and sounds.
Bai Yu comes up for air, Zhu Yilong tries to follow his movement. Bai Yu’s hands framing Zhu Yilong’s face are the only thing keeping them separated.
Zhu Yikong looks debauched. His hair is messy from Bai Yu’s roaming hands, his lips shine with Bai Yu’s claim, his face is slightly flushed underneath the makeshift blindfold, which lies crooked over closed eyes.
Bai Yu struggles to regain some control. He straddles Zhu Yilong’s thighs, knowing from joyful experience Zhu Yilong can easily take his weight. Carefully, he slides the tie back in place and tightens the knot with a tug. Zhu Yilong gasps, softly.
Bai Yu lets his hands glide from Zhu Yilong’s hair to his throat, then his chest, resuming his slow massage. He follows the same paths with his lips, mouths the dip between Zhu Yilong’s clavicles, trades kneading with small bites over both pectorals. Zhu Yilong has started moving under his hands, arching into the touch as if his very skin was starving for contact. He jolts when Bai Yu closes his teeth over his nipples and sucks.
Bai Yu flashes him a grin around the nub, looking up through his lashes before remembering Zhu Yilong can’t see him. He’s glad he looked though, because Zhu Yilong’s face is a mask of naked desire the likes Bai Yu rarely sees, even less so in a context where he can savour it. The blindfold seems to liberate Zhu Yilong from performing to his self-imposed arbitrary rhythm and intensity. As a bonus, it also allows Bai Yu to watch Zhu Yilong’s every expression, to listen to his sounds and map his body and his reactions at his leisure.
Bai Yu hums around Zhu Yilong’s nipple and pinches his side lightly before soothing the spot with his fingers, and enjoys how Zhu Yilong squirms against him. He especially likes how Zhu Yilong keeps his hands firmly on the armrest.
Sliding to his knees between Zhu Yilong’s long legs, Bai Yu gently pries the open shirt out of his dress pants. He unbuttons his own trousers at the same time, hoping to provide some relief from the pressure of patience to his filling cock.
That’s when he remembers something important. “Hey, babe,” he calls out. “Can I use one of your massagers on you? The shiny one?”
Zhu Yilong rasps, “Of course. In my bag, like last time.”
Last time, it had been Zhu Yilong who had used it on Bai Yu, part of a long night of teasing, and Bai Yu knows Zhu Yilong has willingly agreed to be on the receiving end of the same treatment.
He gets up and retrieves the massager, bringing it back to the chair.