Pleasure gathered until I could no longer separate one touch from another.
Chenghai's mouth, Yuche's fingers, Zhenlan's hands, and Lingyun's strained breathing blended together, surrounding me with heat and familiar bodies.
When I came screaming, Zhenlan held me through it while Yuche slowed his hand and Chenghai drew every remaining tremor from me.
For several moments, nobody moved except Lingyun, who was still pressing impatiently into my palm.
I opened my eyes and found him watching me with a focus that rarely appeared on his face outside a fight. "You managed to remain patient for almost two minutes. I'm impressed."
Lingyun caught my wrist and kissed my palm before drawing my hand away from him. "I could have lasted longer, but I was worried everyone might misunderstand and think I had developed restraint."
