Higher and higher, he continues to thrust, going harder and faster, his length rubs and strikes against his hidden spot. He doesn't need a warning, because Wei Ying is used to the nightly activity on most days.

He grits his teeth as he pounds against him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and then with a hard groan, he slams against him to climax and release his load in a waves. "Wei Ying!" He cries out as he breathes hotly open mouth on his throat once the orgasm crashed through him in waves.