[Xiao Xingchen stills for moment, a high-pitched whine from his lips, before he pushes against his shoulder to roll Xue Yang onto his back.]
If you were not... inside me, I am not certain I could move at all.
[By now, fucking and being fucked by Xue Yang is the easiest thing he can do.
Like this, he has a better position as he moves, but it doesn't reach as deeply as last night with his body still pressed against Xue Yang's, no space between them as he lies his head against his shoulder. He can feel the raised, scarred skin again his unmarred own this way.]
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If you were not... inside me, I am not certain I could move at all.
[By now, fucking and being fucked by Xue Yang is the easiest thing he can do.
Like this, he has a better position as he moves, but it doesn't reach as deeply as last night with his body still pressed against Xue Yang's, no space between them as he lies his head against his shoulder. He can feel the raised, scarred skin again his unmarred own this way.]
Either way, we must clean off first...