[Indeed, Xiao Xingchen doesn't have to answer that.
But Xue Yang's fingers moving inside so quickly is unexpected, and despite his bracing himself, he feels the air pushed out from his lungs with a moan that betrays his surprise. As Xue Yang's fingers - a slightly rougher texture than his own - rub against the sore walls, they flutter more wildly than ever before, all too sensitive. When the fingers rub into that spot, he feels it far more than his own fingers, and even an "incidental" touch makes him jump and cry out as heat shoots through all of him. The leg he's holding up tries to find purchase on the slippery glass door as it trembles.
Despite his choice influenced by his arousal, he starts to doubt if he should let this continue. This is before they even have any aphrodisiac food for today, he notes with some panic. His body may never have any rest at this rate...
Of course, his body would try to again make that choice for him, and start trying to lower on Xue Yang's fingers. He fights against the impulse, but he can't stop his hips from giving a few quick, shallow bounces. His now-free hand flies to Xue Yang's wrist, holding it in a light grip, as if unsure if he wants to stop him of encourage him.]
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But Xue Yang's fingers moving inside so quickly is unexpected, and despite his bracing himself, he feels the air pushed out from his lungs with a moan that betrays his surprise. As Xue Yang's fingers - a slightly rougher texture than his own - rub against the sore walls, they flutter more wildly than ever before, all too sensitive. When the fingers rub into that spot, he feels it far more than his own fingers, and even an "incidental" touch makes him jump and cry out as heat shoots through all of him. The leg he's holding up tries to find purchase on the slippery glass door as it trembles.
Despite his choice influenced by his arousal, he starts to doubt if he should let this continue. This is before they even have any aphrodisiac food for today, he notes with some panic. His body may never have any rest at this rate...
Of course, his body would try to again make that choice for him, and start trying to lower on Xue Yang's fingers. He fights against the impulse, but he can't stop his hips from giving a few quick, shallow bounces. His now-free hand flies to Xue Yang's wrist, holding it in a light grip, as if unsure if he wants to stop him of encourage him.]