[Xiao Xingchen's mind - averse to all lies - shies away from the lie that he is satisfied. Even if he could try to pull at his thread that's entwined with Xue Yang's, he would have to find another way. His hips try to grind down as they meet Xue Yang's, trying to rub the head of his cock some more against the sensitive spot. He manages a particularly hard drag, making his jaw go slack, channel starting to tighten and flutter as his hips start to push against Xue Yang's hold to make him move faster.
Breathing starting to pick up again, he can't be chagrined much by the idea of the thrill that Xue Yang must be having from bringing him close to another orgasm already. Hearing that pleased tone in his voice, seeing it just as clearly in that face—
He just wants them to both finally be satisfied with each other this way, but he just... can't...]
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Breathing starting to pick up again, he can't be chagrined much by the idea of the thrill that Xue Yang must be having from bringing him close to another orgasm already. Hearing that pleased tone in his voice, seeing it just as clearly in that face—
He just wants them to both finally be satisfied with each other this way, but he just... can't...]