how is jin ling supposed to function in a world where lan sizhui has said that to him. ancestors, gods and demi-gods have mercy on him. wait. jin ling scrunches his nose, not wanting to think of the slew of ancestors at this time.
not that jin ling is really thinking, not with teeth on his collarbone and sizhui's grip in his hair. he's learning a lot about himself in this moment, as he ruts up to meet the heat of sizhui's hardness between his legs. ] You can't just say that -- [ the man who's outgrown the title of 'young mistress' complains, but that is not all he does. jin ling's hands slide to sizhui's outer thighs, to hoist him up and lift him so that he falls back flat on the table with jin ling kneeling between his thighs. ] You're going to drive me crazy if you say that.
no subject
what?!
how is jin ling supposed to function in a world where lan sizhui has said that to him. ancestors, gods and demi-gods have mercy on him. wait. jin ling scrunches his nose, not wanting to think of the slew of ancestors at this time.
not that jin ling is really thinking, not with teeth on his collarbone and sizhui's grip in his hair. he's learning a lot about himself in this moment, as he ruts up to meet the heat of sizhui's hardness between his legs. ] You can't just say that -- [ the man who's outgrown the title of 'young mistress' complains, but that is not all he does. jin ling's hands slide to sizhui's outer thighs, to hoist him up and lift him so that he falls back flat on the table with jin ling kneeling between his thighs. ] You're going to drive me crazy if you say that.