[ Luo Binghe pauses at the sound, almost as if he'd forgotten that the candle was there in the first place. But then he laughs. It's soft, lighthearted, almost innocent-sounding in how cheerful it is in tone. But there's no mistaking the way that it was brought about by the sound of Shen Qingqiu in pain, or at least discomfort. ]
Perhaps I will ask Shizun to hold this again later.
[ It might be considered a mercy that he finally reaches around and takes the candle from between Shen Qingqiu's thighs to set it aside. He doesn't give Shen Qingqiu a moment of pause before he pulls him back slightly onto Luo Binghe's waiting lap, his thighs positioned to prop his body up enough that Luo Binghe can easily access where he needs. In one smooth motion, he reaches between them and between Shen Qingqiu's parted legs to slide a finger inside, slick with a warm, slippery substance. ]
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Perhaps I will ask Shizun to hold this again later.
[ It might be considered a mercy that he finally reaches around and takes the candle from between Shen Qingqiu's thighs to set it aside. He doesn't give Shen Qingqiu a moment of pause before he pulls him back slightly onto Luo Binghe's waiting lap, his thighs positioned to prop his body up enough that Luo Binghe can easily access where he needs. In one smooth motion, he reaches between them and between Shen Qingqiu's parted legs to slide a finger inside, slick with a warm, slippery substance. ]