[With one hand reaching around and slipping underneath the loose robes, Xiao Xingchen brushes his thumb against the other man's nipple, peppering light kisses along his neck. Though he glances up, he can't see anything of his friend's expression from this angle.
Just a moment ago, Xiao Xingchen felt a casual, pleasant atmosphere between the two of them-- in the blink of an eye, they were like this once more. Had he misread something? Is there something about his death that's affected him more than even he'd like to admit, despite how casual he's acted about it? Though his friend never appeared to let anything trouble him before...
He still acquiesces to his friend's wish, slipping his slicked fingers between them, pressing at the entrance before slipping one inside. In that voice he hears a desperation unlike anything he's heard from him before, and it catches him between worry and some other strange feeling. Xiao Xingchen doesn't want to think too much of his own reaction and the twitch in his cock, but perhaps it's the feeling of being wanted-- no, needed. As selfish as the thought is, even if he knows he shouldn't want anyone to need him, that can be sweeter than any candy.]
Alright.
[As soon as he's sure about the first finger, the second one joins it, pushing against the walls to stretch them some more.]
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Just a moment ago, Xiao Xingchen felt a casual, pleasant atmosphere between the two of them-- in the blink of an eye, they were like this once more. Had he misread something? Is there something about his death that's affected him more than even he'd like to admit, despite how casual he's acted about it? Though his friend never appeared to let anything trouble him before...
He still acquiesces to his friend's wish, slipping his slicked fingers between them, pressing at the entrance before slipping one inside. In that voice he hears a desperation unlike anything he's heard from him before, and it catches him between worry and some other strange feeling. Xiao Xingchen doesn't want to think too much of his own reaction and the twitch in his cock, but perhaps it's the feeling of being wanted-- no, needed. As selfish as the thought is, even if he knows he shouldn't want anyone to need him, that can be sweeter than any candy.]
Alright.
[As soon as he's sure about the first finger, the second one joins it, pushing against the walls to stretch them some more.]