Jin Ling whimpers as the other tugs him up but he doesn't resist, his lips a little swollen and certainly wet from their work on his cock as he's pulled into a kiss. The other had to taste himself... Jin Ling kisses him back, though. Their bodies press tighter together, his cock pressing against the other's hip and the friction is delicious there even through the fabric he had worn to sleep in.
"You're not even finished," Jin Ling points out. How could he have made it up already and okay maybe he's a little nervous to let the tables be turned.
“You even coming here is enough to make it up to me,” he mumbles softly and lightly licks the others mouth with a smile, “I’ll finish. But so will you.”
His hips rolled again, up against the others weight. Slipping his free hand between them, he teases his fingers against the others waistband, “Please...”
Jin Ling swallows a little as the other's hand move between them, his hips giving him friction again and Jin Ling's fingers curled into the bedding beneath them where he's propped himself up just slightly.
There's a faint nod, though as the other says please, his ears bright pink as he glances away from him.
Sizhui noses the others cheek, pressing little kisses against his skin as his hand ventures further; brushing fingertips against his length. He traces the shape of him, blindly memorizing the feel of him before he wraps around and strokes him slowly.
Soft. Warm. A slow, steady pulsing against his palm. Like living velvet.
He shifts one leg to offer more space between them and his kisses move to one of those cute pink ears, “can I taste you, too?”
Jin Ling's eyes close as the other's fingertips are right there, drawing a soft sound as the other starts to stroke him and his hips rock into it as he tries to settle more. Everything the other does just makes him flush more, makes his cock feel harder.
"Y..es..." he answers with a little hesitation. "But you didn't even let me finish," he reminds him.
"..." Jin Ling pulls back to stare at the other and he... hadn't thought of that at all. And his ear is still tingling from the other's nip and why does the other drive him so mad? He flushes, though.
"Okay..." he finally agrees, shifting and then moving into position, the blush creeping over his face and to his neck now. His hand wraps around the other's cock, stroking him.
To be honest this wasn’t a position he ever thought he would find himself. Jin Ling moves over him and Sizhui reaches to guide his body into position before he curiously runs his hands along the others thighs. His skin is so smooth and soft and the view is...
...his tongue sneaks out and runs along his bottom lip before he leans up to nose against the others inner thigh; pressing warm lips against his skin.
When he finally turns his attention to the others length it’s just enough to tease his tongue against the rosy tip. A light taste before he pulls the head into his mouth with a softer hum. He tasted...good. It was a different flavor but it was somehow still—good.
Jin Ling is flustered by the position which makes him feel very exposed to the other and well that's kind of the point of it isn't it? He focuses on the other's length holding the base and licking along the underside of it. The other is more teasing, nose against the sensitive skin of his thigh soft lips that make him whimper a little bit. Embarrassing.
"Mn," he chokes back a sound at the tongue teasing his tip his hips shifting a little but just as soon the other had him inside of his mouth and he lets out a shaky breath. He strokes his cock once before taking Sizhui back into his mouth, the bobbing motion is definitely a different feeling in the new angle, with the distraction of the other's mouth on him as well.
There is a smile somewhere hidden between his lips as he slowly swirls his tongue trying to feel as much of the other in his mouth before he leans up to take more of him into his mouth. The taste and feel of a cock in his mouth is less unpleasant than he thought it would be.
Or maybe it’s just because of who it belongs to.
His body want to rock up into the heat of the others mouth but he resists the urge as much as possible for the time being but his hands have other plans. They move around, curling around the other teens hips and pull them down so he doesn’t have to strain so much; sucking him deeper into his mouth. The size of him is a bit of a surprise but one he finds he actually—really—enjoys. It’s smaller than expected but it’s so, damn, pretty. Perfectly shaped and he already knows this is going to be a problem for him. He just knows it.
It's distracting having the other's mouth on his cock as he's hips are pulled downward and the other's mouth is so warm and wet and he moans around Sizhui's cock. One of his hands gripped the other's thigh while the other was curled into the bedding.
Sizhui's cock certainly isn't small and Jin Ling can't take him all the way down but he does take him as deep as he can. It's hard to stay quiet even with the other's length in his mouth and he's vaguely starting to remember where exactly they are and that he needs to be careful.
It’s such a new things but curiosity leads Sizhui. He bobs slowly, taking small sucks and moaning softly around him until he’s managed to work every bit of him into his mouth. He didn’t want to choke on something foreign so he took his time. Both hands roamed over the others back and back down to grip his ass for an anchor point.
He was still mindful of the tenderness and avoiding touching /that/ but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to. He wanted to give him all of the good attention he could.
Sizhui's mouth is all around him in what felt like no time. The hands on his ass just adding to how good it feels. He digs his fingers a little harder into the other's thighs and it's hard not to rock his hips as the other's sucking him. His body seems to be expecting the other to touch there, on edge and anticipating and a part of him wanting it as much as he's afraid of it.
He sucks more firmly on the other's cock as he keeps trying to take him deeper but his gag reflex stops him every time and eventually he pulls off the other's cock and starts to lick all the way down to the base. There's a moment of hesitance as he starts to stroke him while his tongue licked over his balls.
It’s the weirdest sensation when he feels the others gag reflex hit. The flutter of his throat is brief and then gone, and Sizhui hums thoughtfully around him.
His leg shifts under the others touch, moving to give him more room when he pulls off of his length. Sizhui can taste something different on his tongue and pulls back to see...oh. Interesting. He smirks softly and turns his face to gently bite the inside of Jin Lings thigh. Not being able to see what he is doing is kind of...exciting to be honest. The new path of wet warmth had his cheeks heating up again and he whimpers quietly against his skin.
Jin Ling whispers a little when the other pulls off his length, wanting that warmth back on his cock that had been feeling so good. He didn't say a word, though, focusing on what he's diong, stroking with one hand and his tongue moving over the other's sac, sucking on it as his hand tightens on his cock.
His hips wiggle a little trying to get the other to give him more attention again, even if for some reason the way his name sounds on the other's lips makes him shiver.
Nosing back over in response to the wiggling, he runs his tongue along the others length and whispers, “...can I touch you there? Or would you rather I...didn’t...”
Sizhui didn’t want to hurt him but he didn’t intend of trying what they had before either. He just wanted to...experiment a bit.
Jin Ling freezes for a moment when the other asks him that and he swallows a little. If they're ever going to have sex, he's going to have to let the other touch him there and get over the nerves of it.
He nods, his hand moving slower on the other's length.
“I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you this time,” he whispers back and kisses the others thigh again. It’s a softer, more affectionate gesture and his heart races over it.
Sizhui hated that he had hurt him before and if his affection hadn’t been as deep as it was he may have told the other teen that they never would do it again but...he wanted to. He wanted to do it right. He wanted to be close to this pouty creature that kept everyone at arms length.
Nothing hard. Gentle. He needed to be gentle.
Sizhui returned his attention to the others cock for now; pulling him into his mouth and rolling his tongue around and over him with a pleased hum to vibrate over him.
Jin Ling doesn't say anything to that, biting his lip and he knows the other had never meant to hurt him in the first place. It'd been an accident and he doesn't want to make the other feel worse, it'd been Jin Ling's fault. He knows it's his fault even if Sizhui refuses to acknowledge that ever.
"I know," he finally does murmur, swallowing a little. There's a bit of tension still that Jin Ling tries to shake off as the other pulls him back into his mouth and pleasure fills his senses again. He moans before biting down on his lip because oops that was loud. He lets out a soft huff after that and his tongue laving over the other's tip before taking the other's cock into his mouth again.
It really didn’t even matter whose fault it was. Jin Ling had been hurt and that was unacceptable.
Sizhui busies himself with giving him the attention he deserved. His tongue rolled and curled around him, sucking at the wam velvety flesh hard enough that he had to swallow before breathing again. He tasted good; every sticky bit that oozed onto his tongue. Once the flavor was acknowledged the taste shifted into something he wanted more of.
His own moans were muffled; soft rumbles and whimpers against damp flesh, vibrating all the way the base of his cock with every other bob.
Jin Ling thinks that it matters, mostly because he knows that the other feels bad about it.
But it's not something he can think about at all -- he can't think about anything with the way the other is sucking him, feeling him swallow and he had to pull off the other's cock. He sucks in a harsh breath, a sharp moan leaving him before he bit down on his lip, the sounds the other made it was almost too much.
"S...switch," he mumbles because he can't seem to concentrate on keeping himself up and sucking the other's dick at the same time with the other giving him such good attention.
Sizhui blinks—but he chuckles softly before moving to ‘switch’ their positions. He isn’t sure why this had to happen but if Jin Ling wanted it then he could have it.
He’s careful when he gets into position and the view is so different somehow. He ducks down and swipes his tongue along the others length like a cat and hums softly again before he guides him back into his mouth.
Jin Ling would probably not want to explain even if the other asked so at least Sizhui didn't ask. Instead, as the other moved over him he leans up to brush his tongue against his tip his hand moving to the base of his cock again.
The way the other just takes him back down draws a moan and so Jin ling is quick to put his lips around the other's head to muffle the noises that Sizhui draws from him.
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"You're not even finished," Jin Ling points out. How could he have made it up already and okay maybe he's a little nervous to let the tables be turned.
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His hips rolled again, up against the others weight. Slipping his free hand between them, he teases his fingers against the others waistband, “Please...”
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There's a faint nod, though as the other says please, his ears bright pink as he glances away from him.
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Soft. Warm. A slow, steady pulsing against his palm. Like living velvet.
He shifts one leg to offer more space between them and his kisses move to one of those cute pink ears, “can I taste you, too?”
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"Y..es..." he answers with a little hesitation. "But you didn't even let me finish," he reminds him.
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This...didn’t need research. It just took common sense. Positioning, that is.
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"Okay..." he finally agrees, shifting and then moving into position, the blush creeping over his face and to his neck now. His hand wraps around the other's cock, stroking him.
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...his tongue sneaks out and runs along his bottom lip before he leans up to nose against the others inner thigh; pressing warm lips against his skin.
When he finally turns his attention to the others length it’s just enough to tease his tongue against the rosy tip. A light taste before he pulls the head into his mouth with a softer hum. He tasted...good. It was a different flavor but it was somehow still—good.
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"Mn," he chokes back a sound at the tongue teasing his tip his hips shifting a little but just as soon the other had him inside of his mouth and he lets out a shaky breath. He strokes his cock once before taking Sizhui back into his mouth, the bobbing motion is definitely a different feeling in the new angle, with the distraction of the other's mouth on him as well.
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Or maybe it’s just because of who it belongs to.
His body want to rock up into the heat of the others mouth but he resists the urge as much as possible for the time being but his hands have other plans. They move around, curling around the other teens hips and pull them down so he doesn’t have to strain so much; sucking him deeper into his mouth. The size of him is a bit of a surprise but one he finds he actually—really—enjoys. It’s smaller than expected but it’s so, damn, pretty. Perfectly shaped and he already knows this is going to be a problem for him. He just knows it.
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Sizhui's cock certainly isn't small and Jin Ling can't take him all the way down but he does take him as deep as he can. It's hard to stay quiet even with the other's length in his mouth and he's vaguely starting to remember where exactly they are and that he needs to be careful.
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He was still mindful of the tenderness and avoiding touching /that/ but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to. He wanted to give him all of the good attention he could.
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He sucks more firmly on the other's cock as he keeps trying to take him deeper but his gag reflex stops him every time and eventually he pulls off the other's cock and starts to lick all the way down to the base. There's a moment of hesitance as he starts to stroke him while his tongue licked over his balls.
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His leg shifts under the others touch, moving to give him more room when he pulls off of his length. Sizhui can taste something different on his tongue and pulls back to see...oh. Interesting. He smirks softly and turns his face to gently bite the inside of Jin Lings thigh. Not being able to see what he is doing is kind of...exciting to be honest. The new path of wet warmth had his cheeks heating up again and he whimpers quietly against his skin.
“Rulan...”
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His hips wiggle a little trying to get the other to give him more attention again, even if for some reason the way his name sounds on the other's lips makes him shiver.
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Sizhui didn’t want to hurt him but he didn’t intend of trying what they had before either. He just wanted to...experiment a bit.
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He nods, his hand moving slower on the other's length.
"You can."
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Sizhui hated that he had hurt him before and if his affection hadn’t been as deep as it was he may have told the other teen that they never would do it again but...he wanted to. He wanted to do it right. He wanted to be close to this pouty creature that kept everyone at arms length.
Nothing hard. Gentle. He needed to be gentle.
Sizhui returned his attention to the others cock for now; pulling him into his mouth and rolling his tongue around and over him with a pleased hum to vibrate over him.
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"I know," he finally does murmur, swallowing a little. There's a bit of tension still that Jin Ling tries to shake off as the other pulls him back into his mouth and pleasure fills his senses again. He moans before biting down on his lip because oops that was loud. He lets out a soft huff after that and his tongue laving over the other's tip before taking the other's cock into his mouth again.
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Sizhui busies himself with giving him the attention he deserved. His tongue rolled and curled around him, sucking at the wam velvety flesh hard enough that he had to swallow before breathing again. He tasted good; every sticky bit that oozed onto his tongue. Once the flavor was acknowledged the taste shifted into something he wanted more of.
His own moans were muffled; soft rumbles and whimpers against damp flesh, vibrating all the way the base of his cock with every other bob.
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But it's not something he can think about at all -- he can't think about anything with the way the other is sucking him, feeling him swallow and he had to pull off the other's cock. He sucks in a harsh breath, a sharp moan leaving him before he bit down on his lip, the sounds the other made it was almost too much.
"S...switch," he mumbles because he can't seem to concentrate on keeping himself up and sucking the other's dick at the same time with the other giving him such good attention.
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What did he mean switch? Switch what?
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He’s careful when he gets into position and the view is so different somehow. He ducks down and swipes his tongue along the others length like a cat and hums softly again before he guides him back into his mouth.
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The way the other just takes him back down draws a moan and so Jin ling is quick to put his lips around the other's head to muffle the noises that Sizhui draws from him.
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