[Gorgeous. Absolutely pristine. Kexing drinks in the sight of his A-Xu crumbling and giving into bliss. The spurt of liquid heat between them sends Kexing careening over the edge after him. Isn't that how it always happens? One falls and the other follows. He fills his A-Xu with a series of low moans, thrusting desperately until he too collapses.
But he makes a nice blanket. Winter won't conquer them.]
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But he makes a nice blanket. Winter won't conquer them.]