[Between his strained breaths, Xiao Xingchen lets out another huff in response. Xue Yang surely is enjoying this... but that should be irrelevant to what he's trying to do. If he's committed to what he's doing, he should finish it, no matter how much easier it would be to stop and tell Xue Yang to leave.
At this angle, he can move his fingers inside up to the knuckle. He curls his fingers against the walls to start scooping the mixed liquids out of him, trying to ignore how they squeeze down around him as he works. The water washes away the lewd mixture, and he pushes inside again, trying to not think too much of how he must look like he's fucking himself on his own fingers to the man who can see from almost the same point of view as his. After repeating the motion a few times, his head tilts back against Xue Yang as he whimpers, fingertips now running over the sweet spot that's been relentlessly stimulated throughout the night.
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At this angle, he can move his fingers inside up to the knuckle. He curls his fingers against the walls to start scooping the mixed liquids out of him, trying to ignore how they squeeze down around him as he works. The water washes away the lewd mixture, and he pushes inside again, trying to not think too much of how he must look like he's fucking himself on his own fingers to the man who can see from almost the same point of view as his. After repeating the motion a few times, his head tilts back against Xue Yang as he whimpers, fingertips now running over the sweet spot that's been relentlessly stimulated throughout the night.
Just a bit more, to be thorough...]