"Please. Please." Xingchen begged as he wondered how he had gotten in such a state. He had been such a good man just two weeks ago. Was he truly so simple to corrupt? He would have protested but there was a tongue where he had never expected one to be. And it felt good. He whined, high and eager, wriggling a little under Chengmei's touch.

"Gods, are you really...?" Xingchen trailed off. He was. So this was rimming.