[Xiao Xingchen almost expects Xue Yang's idle teasing to never end, convinced that the man cares little about arousal when he has him so thoroughly at his mercy. So the press of the finger takes him by surprise with a sharp gasp, his eyes widening.
He's familiar enough with what to do, however, keeping his breathing even and letting himself relax around the intrusion. With as much teasing as Xue Yang has done, his body finds it easy, eager to accept the finger as far as Xue Yang wants to give. Once in, the channel squeezes around it tight.
This shouldn't be how he feels, tied up at Xue Yang's mercy. No matter how his pride stings, or how he holds onto the thought that this means nothing... his body gives a more honest answer than he can ever manage right now.]
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He's familiar enough with what to do, however, keeping his breathing even and letting himself relax around the intrusion. With as much teasing as Xue Yang has done, his body finds it easy, eager to accept the finger as far as Xue Yang wants to give. Once in, the channel squeezes around it tight.
This shouldn't be how he feels, tied up at Xue Yang's mercy. No matter how his pride stings, or how he holds onto the thought that this means nothing... his body gives a more honest answer than he can ever manage right now.]