"The fuck I'll be careful. You don't want that, so stop whining." Although he liked it, he liked the whining. He liked any reaction he got from Xingchen, positive or negative.

His fingers digging into Xingchen's hip, he lifted him up, positioned himself. He was slick from his tongue and Xue Yang had run out of patience. Without any more preparation, he pushed inside him, revelling at the pain that came with it. He moved into him as deep as he could, slow but persistent. Then he was still on top of him for a few heartbeats, a heavy weight pinning him down.

And then he started thrusting, fucking him hard and fast.