[ Xue Yang isn't expecting the wave of heat that goes through him at the praise, or the way his cock throbs against the bed beneath it. He feels himself go to laugh and has to hold it back--the thought of Xiao Xingchen calling Xue Yang of all people a "good boy"? What in the world could be more laughable than that? (And that is what the laughter is about, right? There's nothing else it could be.)
Once the fabric sleeve begins tightening around his arms, Xue Yang realizes just how thorough the restraint really is. It pulls his shoulders back, pushing his chest forward a bit. Cultivator flexibility means that Xiao Xingchen is able to lace it up completely tight, Xue Yang's elbows even getting close enough to touch inside the sleeve. He can't separate them again, and it's hard to lift his arms or even bend his elbows. The previous reason for his cock getting harder is completely forgotten as the feeling of being restrained occupies more and more of Xue Yang's attention. Like this, it's as if Xiao Xingchen really is trying to keep him captured.
By the time Xiao Xingchen is sliding his pants off, Xue Yang has gone fully hard. He can't help the quiet moan that slips out from deep in his throat as the waist of his pants is slid down to expose his cock to the air. ]
You're even checking my pants?
[ It's hard for the question to come out as lighthearted and teasing as he wants it to when his voice is heavy with arousal. ]
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Once the fabric sleeve begins tightening around his arms, Xue Yang realizes just how thorough the restraint really is. It pulls his shoulders back, pushing his chest forward a bit. Cultivator flexibility means that Xiao Xingchen is able to lace it up completely tight, Xue Yang's elbows even getting close enough to touch inside the sleeve. He can't separate them again, and it's hard to lift his arms or even bend his elbows. The previous reason for his cock getting harder is completely forgotten as the feeling of being restrained occupies more and more of Xue Yang's attention. Like this, it's as if Xiao Xingchen really is trying to keep him captured.
By the time Xiao Xingchen is sliding his pants off, Xue Yang has gone fully hard. He can't help the quiet moan that slips out from deep in his throat as the waist of his pants is slid down to expose his cock to the air. ]
You're even checking my pants?
[ It's hard for the question to come out as lighthearted and teasing as he wants it to when his voice is heavy with arousal. ]