Xiao Yu surprised him when she managed to get him on his back, he could tell the adrenaline was pumping strong through her veins. Before he had the chance to go any further up her thighs, she had pulled him up and flipped him over. Milo didn't have any issues with letting her take the lead however, so he decided to lean back and enjoy. A small smile grew on his face as she started making her way down his exposed chest, and he had to admit his body had been yearning for this for longer than he would have liked to admit. Her grip was almost shocking, it'd been so long, and the sensation seemed just that much better than it normally did.<br/><br/>He watched as she played around with him, she looked like she knew what she was doing, and when her lips starting caressing his cock, he knew that she did. Although he hadn't expected to be doing this tonight, he had no intention of stopping her, and the light blush on her cheeks driving him wild. At first, he just watched, but after a moment, he dug his hand into her hair. He didn't guide her, but he helped hold her hair out of the way. The light indents of her cheeks as she inhaled him burned him up, and it wasn't too long before his hand in her hair was helping her just as much as it was holding her. The suction her mouth had was wonderful, and her moans dragged something out of him, and he knew he wanted more.<br/><br/>Watching for a little longer, just enjoying the warmth of her lips on him, he reveled in how good she was. It'd been so long since he'd been in bed, and he was happily enjoying the foreplay. Giving her hair a soft tug though, he caught a glance of her beautiful eyes and moaned a deep sigh of pleasure. Cupping her cheek, he pulled her up from his cock, and gave her a passionate kiss. Keeping the cup on her face, he started to sit back, expecting her to follow. She sure knew what she was doing with her mouth, and it made him crave so much more. He reached around with his arm and planted his hand firmly on her ass, gripping it as he pulled her towards sitting on his lap. "Shall we dove?" He asked, his voice deep and filled with lust.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The room seemed so quiet with the lack of the three warriors in the small class, but An Bo felt like the world was ablaze. His heart raced deep inside him, his pulse ringing in his ears. The past few nights had almost all but drained him of the happiness he'd come so fond of in her company. But the way Leng Xie came in here, and basically laid out the perfect scenario to him on a silver platter, he could hardly pass it up. His mind shot off into thousands of different directions, like what he should say, what to wear, some form of dowry. Being a scholar didn't leave him with any sorts of precious treasure, just an amass of knowledge. The poem he'd write would have to work. A deep passion within him shined brighter, hotter than it had in quite some time. This was his chance, his truest attempt at redemption to her, the chance to be who she needed him to be, and he knew he wouldn't mess it up.<br/><br/>Too much was at stake for him to mess it up. This would have to be utterly perfect, and one thing a scholar was good at was working to perfection. Immediately running out after he realized how long he realized he'd been sitting there, he almost took off to his father's farm, but then remembered Leng Xie's instructions. Instead, he headed home, and started looking for anything he could use to start on his poem. The sheer fact even Leng Xie knew about about his poems drove him on, there was no way he'd know about those unless she'd bragged and shared them. Finally finding a quill, and enough ink, he started, and the sun was already coming up by the time he passed out on the parchment covered in ink.