"Aaaaaahhh," he gasped as he closed his eyes. Yi Chen was carefully thrusting in slowly loosening him up but Zi Han was impatient. He began to comfortably twist his ass while crying out in a tone that almost sounded like he was begging.
Yi Chen complied and the pain of getting invaded shot through Zi Han's body and numbed his brain. He tightly clutched the edge of the desk with his lower back arched as Yi Chen plowed him like he was drilling for oil.
Zi Han wasn't completely satisfied thus he grabbed Yi Chen's hand that was kneading his waist and guided him to grasp the back of his head. Yi Chen knew his man liked it rough thus he obliged him grasping his hair before pulling his head back.
The way Zi Han's back arched a little more made it so that Yi Chen's hard member could reach a special place that made Zi Han groan his pitch much higher.