"Impatient thing," he coos, accent heavier as he nips at Huaisang's finger before it pulls away. Lucien shakes his head, trying to get completely free of the skirt as he gets a hand on the vial. The last thing he needs is fabric getting caught on his horns.
He's smooth as he rises to his feet, more eager than he realized now that the task at hand has changed. He wipes his mouth with his free hand before he plants it on the tree over Huiasang's shoulder.
"You sure you don't want to feel it first?" he purrs, leaning close over the other man's shoulder. "Or are you hopin for a surprise?"
Either way, he stops leaning up on the tree so that he has both hands to work with. Lucien shrugs out of his coat, divesting himself of at least two layers so that he can get his trousers open, finally easing his cock from its confines. He gets the vial open to spill some of the oil onto his palm.
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He's smooth as he rises to his feet, more eager than he realized now that the task at hand has changed. He wipes his mouth with his free hand before he plants it on the tree over Huiasang's shoulder.
"You sure you don't want to feel it first?" he purrs, leaning close over the other man's shoulder. "Or are you hopin for a surprise?"
Either way, he stops leaning up on the tree so that he has both hands to work with. Lucien shrugs out of his coat, divesting himself of at least two layers so that he can get his trousers open, finally easing his cock from its confines. He gets the vial open to spill some of the oil onto his palm.