[Even if it doesn't stoke his arousal the same way as other intimate places, the strange newness of it makes Xiao Xingchen try to move his foot away. The arch becomes more defined as it bends, as shapely as a sculpture of white jade yet soft and flexible all at once. Yet at the same time, he doesn't put up as much futile resistance as he actually can manage here.
The sensation doesn't feel... bad, and it comes with a sort a feeling of being tended to, if in the most bizarre sort of way. Xue Yang must have meant that "taking care of him" must mean finding every part of him he hasn't touched before.
It's certainly an improvement over the knife.
All he can do is stop struggling, resigning himself to Xue Yang's strange tendencies. His eyelashes flutter above his face that now burns with a renewed heat. He tries catching his breath again since it doesn't overwhelm his senses, even if any part of him with Xue Yang's mouth against him always becomes the focus point of his existence in that moment.]
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The sensation doesn't feel... bad, and it comes with a sort a feeling of being tended to, if in the most bizarre sort of way. Xue Yang must have meant that "taking care of him" must mean finding every part of him he hasn't touched before.
It's certainly an improvement over the knife.
All he can do is stop struggling, resigning himself to Xue Yang's strange tendencies. His eyelashes flutter above his face that now burns with a renewed heat. He tries catching his breath again since it doesn't overwhelm his senses, even if any part of him with Xue Yang's mouth against him always becomes the focus point of his existence in that moment.]
I really... never know what to expect from you...