His hips drove forward, a single deep thrust that sheathed him to the hilt, and Guiying's back arched off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from his throat.
"Ah!"
The sound bounced off the bedroom walls, echoing back at them, and Liuxian drank it in like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
"Again." Liuxian's voice scraped out, low and wrecked. "Let me hear that again."
He pulled back, the drag of his dick against Guiying's inner walls making them both shudder, then pressed in once more, slower this time, a deliberate, rolling thrust that let Guiying feel every inch of him.
"Oh, fuck—" Guiying's fingers scrabbled at Liuxian's back, nails leaving faint pink trails across his shoulder blades. "Right there. That spot. You're hitting it every time."
