[ Luo Binghe smiles wider when Shen Qingqiu listens to him, and he gently runs fingers through the man's hair. ]
How is it, Shizun? Look at yourself, trapped by your wicked disciple.
[ He keeps the candle in his hand, holding it with his index finger and thumb. At the same time he lowers his hand and reaches out with his remaining three fingers to gently curl them around Shen Qingqiu's cock.
All the wax that has dripped down the side of the candle has cooled, but if any more were to spill, it could easily come in contact with Shen Qingqiu's very sensitive part. Luo Binghe doesn't even bother looking at it directly, instead keeping an eye on what he's doing in the mirror as he strokes up and down, the candle almost precariously close to dripping. ]
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How is it, Shizun? Look at yourself, trapped by your wicked disciple.
[ He keeps the candle in his hand, holding it with his index finger and thumb. At the same time he lowers his hand and reaches out with his remaining three fingers to gently curl them around Shen Qingqiu's cock.
All the wax that has dripped down the side of the candle has cooled, but if any more were to spill, it could easily come in contact with Shen Qingqiu's very sensitive part. Luo Binghe doesn't even bother looking at it directly, instead keeping an eye on what he's doing in the mirror as he strokes up and down, the candle almost precariously close to dripping. ]