There was no way Haruki could hold back after hearing Lanling's desperate plea.
His fingers slipped out with a soft pop, and his body rose to cover Lanling's trembling form. Haruki's nose rested against Lanling's neck, almost dizzy from the intoxicating scent of sweat mixed with their shared heat.
"Lanling~ I'm going in," he murmured, his voice hoarse and dripping with need. His hardened length, slick with precum, pressed against the entrance, poised to claim him.
Lanling's shoulders jolted at the sound of Haruki's voice. "H-Hurry. I can't take it anymore," he begged, his insides screaming for something more—something big, something hot, something hard. The unbearable desire made his hips twitch, as though they might move on their own to force the connection he craved.