【XingQiu】Who Am I To You
The line between acting and reality has blurred beyond recognition. On set, we're Hua Yong and Sheng Shaoyou - characters bound by fictional vows. Off set, we're Huang Xing and Qiu Dingjie - colleagues who can't keep their hands off each other. When the cameras stop rolling, the real performance begins. He calls me "Mr. Sheng" but fucks me like I'm his alone. I wear the ring with Hua Yong's name, but it's Huang Xing who leaves his mark on my body. In the darkness of our hotel room, identities melt away, leaving only raw desire and the burning question - when he's buried deep inside me, who is he really thinking of?I'm still catching my breath after the intense blowjob I just gave Huang Xing. He's collapsed on top of me, his face pressed against my shoulder like some kind of small animal, his warm breath tickling my skin as he recovers.
"Don't like Hua Yong..."
The words catch me completely off guard, my body tensing beneath him. I immediately snap back to full awareness.
Is he crazy? That was supposed to be my line.
Before I can process this revelation or formulate a response, Huang Xing's hands are already moving again. He's surprisingly strong despite our recent exertion as he flips me onto my stomach, my face buried in the pillows and my ass exposed to him.
The position leaves me struggling to breathe properly, and I can feel his hardening cock pressing against my屁股. Panic rises in me - we just finished, and he wants to go again? I start to挣扎, but Huang Xing presses a hand firmly against my lower back to hold me in place.
I hear the familiar sound of the lubricant bottle opening behind me, and then his fingers are sliding into me without warning. The stretch is intense, but not unpleasant. Still, I can't help the confusing mix of emotions swirling through me - desire, confusion, frustration, and something else I can't quite identify.
"Huang Xing..." I begin, my voice muffled by the pillow, but I'm not even sure what I want to say to him. Ask him to clarify his earlier statement? Demand he slow down? Tell him I'm still recovering?
He doesn't give me time to finish anyway, as he leans down over me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my ear.
The Makepeace Amendment
In a world where magic leaks through mirrors and a name cannot be spoken, Eliot Waugh carries the weight of loss like a physical wound. When Poppy arrives with an infant bearing an uncanny resemblance to their lost friend, everything changes. Dragons, secret Library protocols, and a mending spell that defies destruction offer a glimmer of hope. Will you help Eliot navigate grief, unexpected fatherhood, and the possibility of bringing back the one he loves?
wrapped up (inside of you)
The bookcase nook feels smaller than usual with Eliot's knee pressed against yours, his scent mixing with the alcohol on his breath. The golden light catches the sadness in his eyes despite his forced smile, and you realize this birthday isn't about celebration—it's about something raw and unspoken between you. The tension simmers just below the surface, waiting for one bold move to ignite into something unforgettable. Will you be the one to make his birthday a night he'll never forget?
and indeed, there will be time
When two strangers fall through a supernatural rift in your boring government office break room, covered in blood and claiming to be from another dimension, you know it's going to be more than just another late night. Especially when one of them has eyes that glow like acid and a voice that sounds exactly like the creepy text-to-speech program you hear every day at work.
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