[Xiao Xingchen tries to not let himself react too much as he's pulled on top of Xue Yang's cock... and fails, a moan slipping out as he's repositioned. Hands on his shoulders for support, he shifts his hips around until he properly—as properly as he can with a cock inside, at least.
He isn't sure what the answer to that question is, now that the docile branches frame the man with him, shadows and light playing across the sharp, handsome, yet slightly boyish features of that face. Even if different from Xue Yang, something about the both of them feels similar enough that he knows he'd too easily be drawn into either one. Words drying up in his throat, he closes his mouth again as he casts his gaze downwards, the curtain of his long and full lashes lowering over his eyes.
Managing a stiff nod, he recalls something else he meant to say:]
This must be quite the unusual date, if one can actually call it that at all.
[Even if he doesn't know what one is supposed to do on a date really, this is just unusual in general.]
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He isn't sure what the answer to that question is, now that the docile branches frame the man with him, shadows and light playing across the sharp, handsome, yet slightly boyish features of that face. Even if different from Xue Yang, something about the both of them feels similar enough that he knows he'd too easily be drawn into either one. Words drying up in his throat, he closes his mouth again as he casts his gaze downwards, the curtain of his long and full lashes lowering over his eyes.
Managing a stiff nod, he recalls something else he meant to say:]
This must be quite the unusual date, if one can actually call it that at all.
[Even if he doesn't know what one is supposed to do on a date really, this is just unusual in general.]