[ Broad hands run up and down Wen Kexing's back, kneading their way as they go to help him relax and trust the new touch. He could eat his kisses forever, he idly fancies, humming as he's stroked through his pants; definitely filling out in size. ]
That's not a problem, is it?
[ He mirrors the caress down the front of Wen Kexing's leathers, his grip a little more terse as he peers down at him and purrs, hand pawing at soft buttery fabric that molds to a cock, taking charge, ]
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That's not a problem, is it?
[ He mirrors the caress down the front of Wen Kexing's leathers, his grip a little more terse as he peers down at him and purrs, hand pawing at soft buttery fabric that molds to a cock, taking charge, ]
Like I said: lovely.