[ Xue Yang feels that hand on him, inescapably touching closer and closer to where he suddenly realizes he's aching, and his next breath is sucked in with a heavy shuddering noise. The thought of having Xiao Xingchen against him, on top of him, inside him, probably making all sorts of lewd noises... it makes his body go hot and his cock throb.
When that thumb gets close to his ass, he tries to shift his hips to push back onto it. He wants to feel what this is like just as much as Xiao Xingchen does. ]
It's not wet yet? You can probably just stick it in anyway; it'll be fine. Not like it's gonna hurt or anything.
[ At least that's his understanding, unfortunately bestowed on him by fucking someone who had a self-lubricating asshole. And even more unfortunately, even with his misunderstanding he's not necessarily wrong in this particular circumstance. ]
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When that thumb gets close to his ass, he tries to shift his hips to push back onto it. He wants to feel what this is like just as much as Xiao Xingchen does. ]
It's not wet yet? You can probably just stick it in anyway; it'll be fine. Not like it's gonna hurt or anything.
[ At least that's his understanding, unfortunately bestowed on him by fucking someone who had a self-lubricating asshole. And even more unfortunately, even with his misunderstanding he's not necessarily wrong in this particular circumstance. ]