Qiong Xing cried out happily and brought his lips closer as if asking for more.
Cute, so cute, Qiong Xing.
His precious mate.
With an intensity that normally would not be allowed, Qiong Xing quickly tried to call for a stop, but Leander ignored it and keep thrusting his hips.
The wet sounds could be heard echoing in the room.
"Ah, ah, nn, mm… Leander, mm, wai—"
"No. This is punishment for Qiong Xing, who doubted my love."
He pulled himself out once and laid Qiong Xing on his back on the bed.
Then he entered again, and the inside clung to him as if it had been waiting.
Leander nearly lost control, but somehow held back, and grasped immediately Qiong Xing's penis from the base.
"Ah! …what? Why? …Leander?"
He kissed the confused Qiong Xing and, without saying anything, thrust his hips again.
"Ah, no! Mm, nn, ah, ah… Leander!"
"—ngh!"
Feeling the tightness and watching Qiong Xing cry out, he could not stop his quickening movements and released inside him.
