[ By the time Runyu discovers Moran's trick, it's too late. He's so relatively uninitiated in physical pleasures that he's easily steered, and it comes as a complete surprise to him how his composure unspools all at once after Moran does something as simple as shift the placement of his leg.
His lips part in surprise as his hips twitch with the next rush of pleasure, this time unable to stop himself from pushing into Moran's mouth deeper. The heat of it opens up to him, and base instinct overtakes Runyu's discipline, his sense of propriety, his princely etiquette. With Moran's permission the last words off the man's lips, Runyu groans softly and tightens his grip in the other man's hair, rocking his hips into that sweet, willing mouth as his pleasure builds.
When he's close, he gives Moran's hair a single sharp tug in warning, a cry upon his lips. ]
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His lips part in surprise as his hips twitch with the next rush of pleasure, this time unable to stop himself from pushing into Moran's mouth deeper. The heat of it opens up to him, and base instinct overtakes Runyu's discipline, his sense of propriety, his princely etiquette. With Moran's permission the last words off the man's lips, Runyu groans softly and tightens his grip in the other man's hair, rocking his hips into that sweet, willing mouth as his pleasure builds.
When he's close, he gives Moran's hair a single sharp tug in warning, a cry upon his lips. ]
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