Yuan kisses him back just as hungrily, his hands sliding down Jin Ling's back and a soft moan escaping as the other man starts to thrust into him. The slowness is delicious, at first, but he's just as ready as Jin Ling to pick it up - there's an urgency to both of them, a desperation borne of passion.

"A-Ling," he responds, his tone just as heated and wanting, his own hips pushing up to meet those thrusts. Jin Ling manages to find the right angle at almost the same moment his hand wraps around his cock and Yuan moans even louder, the next drag of fingers up his lover's back accompanied by nails.