[Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Zhou Fei is already close when Seren wraps his lips around the tip of his cock, where the former assassin weeps his desire for more, to be used and spent. With a roll of his hips, Zhou Fei tries to hold back the need to rock into Seren's mouth, because as soon as wet heat begins it disappears, leaving him to stare down at Seren with moan.]

Mmm. Everyone? Means I need to crank up the volume then. Wanna rolll me over and let everyone hear who I belong to?

[Nevermind that Zhou Fei is already panting, he's so close to coming, and he's barely been touched. Only Seren can leave him like this.]

's lube on the table if you're worried, balii.