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"gege, gege, I surrender," hua cheng gasps. he's doing his best but it's hard to bear this much focused attention without being allowed to redirect any of it, to just lie there face-down on the bed and take it.

"I don't think swords usually talk," xie lian says tenderly, his hands rubbing oil into the crease at the top of his thigh. one hand strays a little higher to round the curve of hc's ass again, even though that part has already been thoroughly oiled, then returns to work on the strong sinewy muscles of hc's solid thigh. hc whimpers.