[ Xue Yang senses the change in Xiao Xingchen's demeanor but continues anyway. It's still nice and warm like this buried inside him, and he's enjoying the sensation of lips against lips. Now that they're not actively fucking he can rest a little more weight on Xiao Xingchen, rubbing small circles on his hip with his thumb. He doesn't break the kiss in order to make it just a little bit harder if Xiao Xingchen wants to protest. ]
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