Pain of loss and longing**
Pale fingers left his body with a wet squelch. Zhang Wang moaned lewdly in anticipation. Hot, pulsing flesh kissed his entrance and he shuddered eagerly. With one swift motion, the entire rod pierced through him and Zhang Wang swore he saw white.
"A-Ahhh…!" This brat! "Ngh…" He bit his lip, lashes trembling. His entire body was ablaze.
"Sorry…" Came Half Moon's voice was breathy and strained. Zhang Wang peered up at him through wet lashes, enchanted by the youth's lust-filled expression. "Does…it hurt?"
"I'm fine," Zhang Wang smiled slowly, "These old bones can withstand more than this," he chuckled.
Half Moon scoffed at him yet still, his expression softened. "I'll take your word for it." He slowed his movements, thrusting gently in order to spare Zhang Wang the pain.