[Xiao Xingchen furrows his brow, confused at the motion... before he realizes what it's about. Flustered, he bumps back against Xue Yang.]
I couldn't hold that much inside inside me.
[At least... he thinks not. Hopefully he didn't tempt fate by saying that.
While nothing like this should be so embarrassing after sex, it's different like this. Sex is full of reactions he can't suppress, immediate need that he has little time to think of during the act. This requires more thought, with more consciousness of the man behind him watching.
Though he could tell the man to leave for now if all he's going to do is make this more embarrassing, he steels himself to act untroubled—it might be worse to appear so timid in front of Xue Yang at this point.
He needs to lean back into Xue Yang for balance, hand turned around to grip onto the shoulder behind him. Lifting up one leg, he angles his hips upwards so he can reach deeper inside. Normally, he could hold his balance on a single foot even while standing upon a narrow tree branch, but he feels as clumsy and fumbling as an ordinary person right now. The water could turn to steam on his face as his fingers dip inside, and he stifles a quiet noise as the tips rub against the sore, sensitized inner walls.]
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I couldn't hold that much inside inside me.
[At least... he thinks not. Hopefully he didn't tempt fate by saying that.
While nothing like this should be so embarrassing after sex, it's different like this. Sex is full of reactions he can't suppress, immediate need that he has little time to think of during the act. This requires more thought, with more consciousness of the man behind him watching.
Though he could tell the man to leave for now if all he's going to do is make this more embarrassing, he steels himself to act untroubled—it might be worse to appear so timid in front of Xue Yang at this point.
He needs to lean back into Xue Yang for balance, hand turned around to grip onto the shoulder behind him. Lifting up one leg, he angles his hips upwards so he can reach deeper inside. Normally, he could hold his balance on a single foot even while standing upon a narrow tree branch, but he feels as clumsy and fumbling as an ordinary person right now. The water could turn to steam on his face as his fingers dip inside, and he stifles a quiet noise as the tips rub against the sore, sensitized inner walls.]