The Fox indulges himself
Chu Yun woke up in drowsy stages, his muscles lax and liquid from the night before. He shifted in the bed and felt Xiao Zai's arm tighten around him, keeping him in place. He also became aware of the hardness still pressed inside him.
He felt behind him awkwardly. Xiao Zai's knot had gone down, but improbably, he hadn't slipped out during the night, and now, the motions of Chu Yun waking up had worked him back to hardness.
Chu Yun rolled his hips backwards, wrenching a sleepy moan from Xiao Zai, who tightened his arm reflexively and pushed his hips into Chu Yun, seeking more while still clinging to the last vestiges of sleep.
It seemed like a waste to pull away when they were both enjoying this languid, lazy rutting, so Chu Yun didn't. Making a mental wager of how long it would take for Xiao Zai to wake up fully.
Not long, it turned out. Chu Yun's only warning was a choking gasp, and then a hiss buried in the back of his neck.