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Death

Wei Ying undresses Wanji and pulls out his stiff member, already glistening at the tip. Wei Ying took him in his hand, and Wanji felt an initial wave of passion that wiped away all his trepidation. Wei Ying's instinct took over as he unconsciously guarded his teeth with his lips and twirled his tongue lovingly around the tapered head, tasting the salty sweetness of his natural lubricant. The taste of Wanji had Wei Ying swooning and his mouth watering as he took that head directly into his throat without gagging and gripped it tightly with his throat muscles.

With his face planted firmly in Wanji's soft groin, Wei Ying managed to get him past his Adam's Apple.

"That's it, Wanji moans. Squeeze it tight!" he breathed and that had Wei Ying grabbing at it his cock with his throat until he finally had to back off slightly for air.

Wei Ying worked his way back up, he lavished his tongue around Wanji's shaft like it was a frozen popsicle treat, wagging his head. Wei Ying flicked the front tip just below the slit 5 times in a quick, fluttering option at the top of each stroke before diving back down to start the cycle again, all the while Wanji rapturously caressing his belly and thighs and firmly squeezing his ass automatically, totally lost in the moment eliciting a growling grunt or huff accompanying a quick involuntary spasm from that seemed to travel through Wei Ying's body in a wave, driving his passion higher and higher. He slowly increased his pace while maintaining his somehow innate oral acrobatics.

When Wei Ying checked the awed expression on Wanji's face, his eyes confirmed that his efforts were being well received. Wei Ying swooned again at the affirmation and returned to worshipping Wanji's whole being with his mouth and hands, whimpering his deeply emotional response. This was the most perfect moment of his life to this point. He felt that they were one, that Wanji completed him.

After about a few minutes of this treatment, Wanji's breath quickened as he grabbed handfuls of Wei Ying's long hair on either side of his head, growling, "Here we go!" Wei Ying let Wanji take over without hesitation. Wanji pumped four quick thrusts before slamming home, emitting a series of hushed, guttural grunts and snorts as he shot repeatedly into Wei Ying's throat sending volumes of his hot cum.

Thrilled to be fully under Wanji's command and riding the wave of his response, Wei Ying moaned and quivered as he gulped and happily swallowed the creamy reward then ran his thumb up the front of Wanji's shaft to get every last drop. He kept him in his mouth even after he released his hair, suckling and savoring their connection, wanting this moment to never end. Wei Ying felt Wanji trembling as he gently stroked his hair.

When Wanji caught his breath, he withdrew from Wei Ying's mouth and pulled him up noticing his precum wet spot had seeped through his undergarment pocket material,  and was the size of a silver coin.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Wanji asked. Wei Ying replied with a thankful, intoxicated smile, "It was my first try. I guess it just came naturally. "It's never better than the first time." I have to please you. Wei Ying blushed and Wanji chuckled in a Baritone range. He had a precocious gleam in those dreamy eyes.

Wanji pulled Wei Ying into an urgently deep kiss, Wei Ying's eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids fluttered in a passionate delirium, their tongues wrestling.

Wei Ying placed Wanji on his back with one pillow placed perfectly for his head and another down at his hips. He placed Wanji's heels just below his shoulders with his knees bent to accommodate his belly as he stood at the foot of the bed.

Wanji knew what Wei Ying's intentions were and he was more than ready for the experience. He shuddered inside with anticipation knowing this was a moment he had been waiting for since his first encounter with Wei Ying.