Encouraged, Xiao Xingchen rolls his hips again against Song Lan's even harder and faster this time, starting to work into a rhythm. He spreads his legs a bit more on the bed, making it easier to angle his hips.

The way his body is moving feels so unfamiliar and unrefined, and he can't help a faint whine from how flustered he is. Ears burning, his expression almost distressed-- he's so unused to seeking out his kind of pleasure or giving it to anyone else, unsure of anything he's doing. But for reactions like that, some of the embarrassment ebbs away. As long as Song Lan is enjoying this...

He feels a little blocked off the the sensation, as if still winding down from his previous high, but the stirrings of that heat from before start to build up in him again.