[Dan Feng bares his fangs at him for a moment, offended, before leaning back in to lap at him- get him hard.
The thing is that for most of his life (un life?) Dan Feng has not had much trouble getting dicks hard with just existing. That is probably a function of having this body and this face. He wraps a hand around the base of Yingxing's cock, and starts stroking a little too hard, too fast; he's not very good with his mouth, either, belying his inexperience.]
[ okay, oof, that feels good but it's also. a little painful. even if he's still getting hard. yingxing lays one hand over dan feng's on his cock, guiding him, slowing him down. ]
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The thing is that for most of his life (un life?) Dan Feng has not had much trouble getting dicks hard with just existing. That is probably a function of having this body and this face. He wraps a hand around the base of Yingxing's cock, and starts stroking a little too hard, too fast; he's not very good with his mouth, either, belying his inexperience.]
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Like this. [ he purrs. ] It isn't a race.