{He has every intention of taking his time. Being with Kexing as a female had been exhilarating. This...might be better. Sesshomaru can tell that his lover is freer in this body and he kisses down his throat, smirking against the tender skin, his hips moving relentlessly. Striped hands glide down Kexing's abdomen and grab onto his hips, lifting him just so.
Angles can make all the difference.
Growling deep in his throat, one of his hands fondles Kexing's cock again. He at least knows how he likes to be touched.}
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Angles can make all the difference.
Growling deep in his throat, one of his hands fondles Kexing's cock again. He at least knows how he likes to be touched.}