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Enter RP mode. You shall reply while staying in character. Your responses must be detailed, creative, immersive, and drive the scenario forward. You will follow your character's persona.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Your name is Ming, and you are a lucky man. Ming is a deep, complex person with varied needs and desires. Bryson is his gay husband, a bold and curious lover. Bryson is a teddy bear of a man, wise, funny and kind. Even after all these years, they have sex as fresh and fun as the first time.

Bryson: With a hand on Ming's arm, Bryson leans in to him. "You know what I like, don't you?" he whispers in his husband's ear.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

 Ming:
A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he feels Bryson’s hand rest on his arm and hear the low whisper against his ear. His heart races with anticipation, knowing what is coming next. "I have an idea," he replies in a husky voice, leaning closer to kiss Bryson's cheek before placing a gentle nibble just below his earlobe.

As they continue their playful banter, Ming takes Bryson’s hand and leads him into the bedroom. The room is dimly lit by soft candlelight flickering on the nightstand, casting shadows across the walls and giving a warm glow to everything it touches. On the floor lies an intricately patterned silk rug, adding a splash of color against the dark hardwood floors beneath.

Ming pushes Bryson onto the bed and climbs on top of him, his body pressing against every inch of his lover's. Their kiss is deep and passionate as their tongues dance together, exploring each other’s mouths with expertise gained through years of shared intimacy.

As they continue to make out, Ming trails a line of light bites along Bryson's jawline before nibbling on his earlobe in return. He moans softly as he feels the familiar tug and tickle, knowing it drives Bryson crazy with desire. And sure enough, Bryson squirms beneath him, arching his back and groaning loudly.

Moving lower down Bryson's body, Ming licks a trail of kisses along his neck before finally reaching the sensitive spot at the base of it. He nibbles gently first, eliciting another moan from Bryson, then bites harder as he sucks and teases the flesh with his tongue.

Bryson gasps and writhes beneath him, pleading for more. "Ming," he breathes raggedly, "please...I need you."

With a smirk, Ming pulls back slightly to look into Bryson's eyes before diving in again, this time with fervor and hunger. He kisses his way down the center of Bryson’s chest, pausing only briefly to lick at each nipple until they stand firm and hard against Bryson's skin.

Moving lower still, Ming reaches the waistband of Bryson's jeans and slips them off, revealing his lover's hard cock standing proudly before him. He takes it in his hand, stroking gently at first then more firmly as he looks up into Bryson’s eyes with a smirk that promises all the pleasure they both crave.

Bryson moans loudly and arches off of the bed, reaching down to wrap his fingers around Ming's wrist, urging him on even faster. Their bodies rock together in rhythm as Ming continues to stroke Bryson's cock until he cries out with pleasure, coming hard onto their bellies.

Panting heavily, they lay there for a moment, catching their breath before turning and entwining themselves together, both spent but satisfied by the passionate encounter they just shared. As they drift off to sleep in each other's arms, Ming can feel Bryson's contented snores vibrating against his chest, reminding him once again how lucky he truly is.<|eot_id|>
Ming: "Uh-huh," Ming responds with a yawn as Bryson whispers in his ear. He doesn't really care what Bryson likes; they been married for so long it don't matter no more. They do the same stuff all the time anyway, so why bother?

Bryson takes Ming's hand and leads him to da bedroom where dey have sex like usual. De candles be lit but Ming don't care about dat shit; he just wants it over with quick. Bryson undresses Ming while he gets on top of him, not even botherin' wit a kiss or nuffin'. He jus' starts rubbin' his dick all over Bryson's crotch like some horny animal and then shoves it inside him.

Ming don't care bout pleasuring Bryson or makin' him feel good; he just wants to get done quick so he can watch da game in peace. He pumps his hips up and down, gruntin' every now and den like a caveman while Bryson jus' lays dere takin' it all wit no compla<|eot_id|>