[Xiao Xingchen bows his neck a little to watch Xue Yang work, the man's clear focus in his work piquing his curiosity. Though this way, he has to see Xue Yang moving this way and that with his own bare front in view, the ropes underneath his chest pressing it up to make it look fuller than usual. The ropes keep him from acting on any instinct to squirm, and even if he can see it about to happen, the hot, wet stripe of Xue Yang's tongue against his cock still catches him by surprise.
Pressing his lips together, he suppresses a faint, embarrassing noise, less and less successful each time Xue Yang turns away to tease him. It doesn't take long at all until he's already at full hardness. Even after the first time, his hips trying to twist against the ropes. He couldn't tell whether he wants to turn towards Xue Yang or away.
It almost distracts him from how the rope holds up his leg, placing him in a position where he feels more open and vulnerable than ever before. Even being held by that tentacled creature felt less exposed than this...
He can only try to keep his breathing even as Xue Yang continues his work, trying to keep his patience as he feels like he's being spun tighter into a spider's web.]
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Pressing his lips together, he suppresses a faint, embarrassing noise, less and less successful each time Xue Yang turns away to tease him. It doesn't take long at all until he's already at full hardness. Even after the first time, his hips trying to twist against the ropes. He couldn't tell whether he wants to turn towards Xue Yang or away.
It almost distracts him from how the rope holds up his leg, placing him in a position where he feels more open and vulnerable than ever before. Even being held by that tentacled creature felt less exposed than this...
He can only try to keep his breathing even as Xue Yang continues his work, trying to keep his patience as he feels like he's being spun tighter into a spider's web.]