Xiao Xingchen leans down to catch Song Lan's lips with his, bringing their bodies even closer, his hair slipping off of his shoulder and brushing against the other man. It's a little harder to move his hand like this, between their hips pressed together enough that he can now feel the heat of Song Lan's cock against his front.

For a moment, he slows down. An idea occurs to him to make it easier for them to be closer as they do this...

He takes away his hand and moves his hips slightly, in a more curious, experimental move. With his now free hand, he props himself up by his arm for balance, rolling his hips down against Song Lan's even harder. Breaking the kiss, he looks over Song Lan's face again.

"Is this better?"

As strange as it all is, he wants it to feel good for the both of them.