[As Xue Yang lines up his cock and pushes inside, the air empties from Xiao Xingchen's lungs, forced out of him. He takes a few harsh, halting breaths once Xue Yang is fully seated inside him, never fully prepared for how much larger it is than the fingers. Still, he knows this by now, even if it's not when he does most often with his friend.
His walls tighten and flutter around Xue Yang's cock, as if trying to urge him to move. No part of him can offer any resistance at this point, whether conscious or not. Only his words could possibly change this, to remind both of them that he's not completely under Xue Yang's control...
He says nothing, averting his gaze from the exit across the room to the floor.]
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His walls tighten and flutter around Xue Yang's cock, as if trying to urge him to move. No part of him can offer any resistance at this point, whether conscious or not. Only his words could possibly change this, to remind both of them that he's not completely under Xue Yang's control...
He says nothing, averting his gaze from the exit across the room to the floor.]