Xiao Xingchen holds his hand tight again, swallowing hard at the sight, heart skipping a beat again at the sound of his name. He starts to pump Song Lan's cock a little faster. The feeling of a cock like this - hard and hot and twitching under his grasp - is unlike anything he ever expected, but it isn't bad. Seeing Song Lan react to his touch spurs him on.

But should he be slower to ease Song Lan into this feeling slower, or has the other man waited enough?

"Is it good?" he asks after a pause, voice quiet.

From Xiao Xingchen had felt before, he knows the answer already. Still, perhaps he wants to hear it... just to be sure.