[Despite how something smooths over Xiao Xingchen’s worry about causing pain, it has surfaced a number of times since they began. This is no different—his fingers quickly straighten back out. The man sounded fine before that...]
W-What was what? Did that hurt you?
[Such a sudden and unexpected reaction… all of Xiao Xingchen’s emotions feel tangled up, disorienting him as they swing violently between desire and caution. One moment, he won’t let anything get between him and what he wants to do with this man; the next, he would rather stop and do something less intrusive.
The latter doesn’t win out, but he’s now more wary again.
One of his fingers curve just slightly this time - slowly and lightly rubbing back and forth - as he tries to take note if he’s damaged anything.]
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W-What was what? Did that hurt you?
[Such a sudden and unexpected reaction… all of Xiao Xingchen’s emotions feel tangled up, disorienting him as they swing violently between desire and caution. One moment, he won’t let anything get between him and what he wants to do with this man; the next, he would rather stop and do something less intrusive.
The latter doesn’t win out, but he’s now more wary again.
One of his fingers curve just slightly this time - slowly and lightly rubbing back and forth - as he tries to take note if he’s damaged anything.]