[Xiao Xingchen is suddenly not alone again, and he shifts to allow room for the both of them to fit together. Every place their bodies touch feels hot once more. The muscles of his back tense slightly as it presses against Xue Yang's front, but he wills himself to relax some more, even as Xue Yang's voice sends a noticeable shiver across his skin.]
Still inside...
[The answer is more sheepish than he wants it to be, and he tries to reach down below Xue Yang's hands, his own touch meandering and unsure of how to start. He should suggest that they shower one at a time, but instead he says:]
You're n-not going to get clean like this.
[Neither will Xiao Xingchen, a bit more reluctant to slip his fingers inside himself while pressed against Xue Yang.]
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Still inside...
[The answer is more sheepish than he wants it to be, and he tries to reach down below Xue Yang's hands, his own touch meandering and unsure of how to start. He should suggest that they shower one at a time, but instead he says:]
You're n-not going to get clean like this.
[Neither will Xiao Xingchen, a bit more reluctant to slip his fingers inside himself while pressed against Xue Yang.]