War Prisoner

Wanyan Xu was extremely nervous, worried that he would inflict pain on the man lying under him. He gently kissed his forehead, nose and red lips, followed by his smooth neck, rounded shoulders, beautifully shaped collarbone, and a puckered red cherry. His unwavering affection permeated each move, these meaningful caresses and kisses truly caused Su Yi to feel incomparably comfortable and snug. But a rather awkward scene was beginning to take place at Su Yi back entrance, although discomfort at the opening had been eased, the passage needed relief even more urgently than before. It was clamouring to be filled, for the itch to be absolved through the application of friction, but how could he ever say these words aloud?