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[Xiao Xingchen lets out a huff of air as he pushes himself back, pressing his knees into the bed to hold himself steady as he moves while not lifting himself off. Not that he can leave - at least, without a will to break away - but instead of feeling trapped, the strength in the hold sends another thrill through him, another rush of slick joining the come inside him. Another thrust inside pushes more of the mixture out of him. Despite a growing worry that he's starting to become truly insatiable, he answers as coolly as he can manage.]

I can't... begin to imagine you giving up your sweets.

[That's the most unbelievable part of the idea. Though he pauses, wondering if something is possible—not considering what he wants just yet.]

Unless you stay inside while I cook...