[A little more satisfaction settles in the pit of Xiao Xingchen’s stomach as he hears the man resting the bonds to no avail. His hand smooths up over his calf, then his thigh, taking in the details of the shape of the man’s body as he’s led towards the intimate area now laid bare. The more he touches his friend, the more of an “image” takes form in his mind. He then cups the man’s ass, squeezing it, testing the feeling of it in his hand.
All at once, he suddenly understands the fixation on this part. His thumb presses close to that very place he needs to inspect as he squeezes it again.]
Indeed… only…
[The cool, authoritative tone he had put on for this play turns hesitant again, as he lightly hums in consternation. He wants to pay attention to how the man feels under his touch, but his lack of knowledge begins to gnaw at him.]
It’ll be rather difficult if you do not have anything… that facilitates that process.
[He starts to feel around the area - avoiding his cock for now - for any sign of a lubricating substance.]
no subject
All at once, he suddenly understands the fixation on this part. His thumb presses close to that very place he needs to inspect as he squeezes it again.]
Indeed… only…
[The cool, authoritative tone he had put on for this play turns hesitant again, as he lightly hums in consternation. He wants to pay attention to how the man feels under his touch, but his lack of knowledge begins to gnaw at him.]
It’ll be rather difficult if you do not have anything… that facilitates that process.
[He starts to feel around the area - avoiding his cock for now - for any sign of a lubricating substance.]