[The words are enough to incense Xiao Xingchen slightly, face burning enough to dizzy him. But as Xue Yang's fingers continue to work, he continues to squirm, breath quickening as the fingertips rub into delicate walls. The slowness could almost pass as a desire to be gentle, but even knowing that Xue Yang doesn't want to hurt him, he still knows better.
Still, it doesn't matter what Xue Yang makes of it.
For a moment, he considers taking Xue Yang's hand and pushing his fingers deeper inside, as fast as he would when using a toy. If Xue Yang wants to be so helpful, he could service him in that way. But there comes a point when Xue Yang is having too much fun at once...
Breathless, he murmurs:]
There, t-that... should be enough.
[He tries to pull out of Xue Yang's grip, pulling at his hand to take it out while he tries to get to his feet. It's not like he's being too inconsiderate—he can feel Xue Yang's lack of erection against him.]
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Still, it doesn't matter what Xue Yang makes of it.
For a moment, he considers taking Xue Yang's hand and pushing his fingers deeper inside, as fast as he would when using a toy. If Xue Yang wants to be so helpful, he could service him in that way. But there comes a point when Xue Yang is having too much fun at once...
Breathless, he murmurs:]
There, t-that... should be enough.
[He tries to pull out of Xue Yang's grip, pulling at his hand to take it out while he tries to get to his feet. It's not like he's being too inconsiderate—he can feel Xue Yang's lack of erection against him.]