"Aish! You with your whining when all you want is my cock." Xue Yang shook his head and tsked in disappointment. He thrust into him again, twice, before forcing himself to still, wanting to draw this out. Wanting his satisfaction. "Beg for what you really want, you thirsty bitch, or I'll never let you come."

Which had to be on the forefront of Xingchen's mind, no matter how much he was trying to pretend differently. He might look like a doll, but he was still a man.