The frustration of being held back brought tears to Qiong Xing's eyes.
When Qiong Xing tried to push his hand away, Leander caught both of his wrists and pinned them down.
Qiong Xing glared at him instinctively.
For some reason, Leander swallowed his saliva hard when he saw that look.
"I told you not to provoke me… just hold on a little longer."
"L—Leander… Leander… I'm going to… I want to finish…"
"Yeah… together."
"Ah—ah—ah—no— I'm— I'm—"
A long cry escaped him as his body finally gave in.
At the same time, Leander groaned.
"Ah— I'm coming…"
Qiong Xing felt the warmth liquid spread deep inside him.
Leander gently washed his exhausted body afterward and Qiong Xing was grateful for it.
However, the fact that Leander still had not withdrawn his hard penis made an uneasy feeling creep into his mind.
"Leander? The inside—"
"—Ah!"
"…Are you okay?" Leander said calmly. "Well… it still feels good for me."
"H-hey, Leander!"
