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incenseburning2021-10-10 02:24 am
longredribbon) wrote in incenseburning2021-10-10 02:24 am
Intimate bathing
relocating from here!
In ways, should one step back and consider, the fact that they spent such a time picking and choosing which toys to buy is a certain kind of amusing. A good variety was an absolute must. Those, along with other such items, including (but not limited to): ribbons and ties of different textures, means to aid with positions, the usual penetrating and vibrating, and of course flavored lube and condoms. All of these are kept neat, clean and organized, some tucked away in different parts of the house. It's never pleasing to break the mood.
It's true that Wei Ying took a bit of time after excusing himself from the kitchen. Not much was needed to work himself up. Especially not, seeing that this is an idea he had planned for earlier on during the day. By the time he approached Lan Zhan again, his skin was already warm and showing upon his face, the whole of him craving and desperate to be touched. It isn't the very first time that he's done something like this for his husband, nor will it be the last. Lan Zhan's expressions and reactions are more exciting and pleasing each and every time.
Trying to decide on how he wants to move next is far easier said than done. A tip of his head lets him give Lan Zhan all the more room. Grinding forward adds all the more pressure and friction to his rapidly stiffening cock, and the heated, prickling chill of the smooth fabric of Lan Zhan's shirt against his nipples. However, it's the way his one hand moves that pulls a more unabashed, keening moan from the back of Wei Ying's throat, his hips stuttering back with a harder grind. No, it isn't very much compared to the whole, satisfying way that Lan Zhan fills him, but still more than something to be desired.
At the moment, Wei Ying is only more able (willing) enough to bring his hands around again, both clumsily hurrying to undo the fastenings of Lan Zhan's pants. Although, only one ends up doing so, as the other hand slowly rubs Lan Zhan's cock up in between his legs, purposefully slow. Wei Ying continues to grind against his hand, aching to fuck himself on the toy.
All the while, the water level in the tub grows higher and higher. Wei Ying is too caught up with his trembling breath, broken pleas of his husband's name, and desperately needing to remove his clothing.
In ways, should one step back and consider, the fact that they spent such a time picking and choosing which toys to buy is a certain kind of amusing. A good variety was an absolute must. Those, along with other such items, including (but not limited to): ribbons and ties of different textures, means to aid with positions, the usual penetrating and vibrating, and of course flavored lube and condoms. All of these are kept neat, clean and organized, some tucked away in different parts of the house. It's never pleasing to break the mood.
It's true that Wei Ying took a bit of time after excusing himself from the kitchen. Not much was needed to work himself up. Especially not, seeing that this is an idea he had planned for earlier on during the day. By the time he approached Lan Zhan again, his skin was already warm and showing upon his face, the whole of him craving and desperate to be touched. It isn't the very first time that he's done something like this for his husband, nor will it be the last. Lan Zhan's expressions and reactions are more exciting and pleasing each and every time.
Trying to decide on how he wants to move next is far easier said than done. A tip of his head lets him give Lan Zhan all the more room. Grinding forward adds all the more pressure and friction to his rapidly stiffening cock, and the heated, prickling chill of the smooth fabric of Lan Zhan's shirt against his nipples. However, it's the way his one hand moves that pulls a more unabashed, keening moan from the back of Wei Ying's throat, his hips stuttering back with a harder grind. No, it isn't very much compared to the whole, satisfying way that Lan Zhan fills him, but still more than something to be desired.
At the moment, Wei Ying is only more able (willing) enough to bring his hands around again, both clumsily hurrying to undo the fastenings of Lan Zhan's pants. Although, only one ends up doing so, as the other hand slowly rubs Lan Zhan's cock up in between his legs, purposefully slow. Wei Ying continues to grind against his hand, aching to fuck himself on the toy.
All the while, the water level in the tub grows higher and higher. Wei Ying is too caught up with his trembling breath, broken pleas of his husband's name, and desperately needing to remove his clothing.