He sinks against Jiang Cheng's shoulder, still stroking, riding out the orgasm with those sweet words being murmured beside his head. Sizhui only slows because he's told to, inhaling deep, measured breaths and sighing them out until his breathing has leveled into something more normal.
Even after the winddown, he's almost certain there is another moment where his cock twitches, further wetting the lace just from being gently talked down. And when he is suddenly lifted off the desk, Sizhui's not messy hand catches Jiang Cheng's shoulder, holds tight all the way to being set back down where he only lets go because the man withdraws, moves to the nearby mini-fridge for— water? That's new, being taken care of, but he likes it.
After accepting the bottle, he drinks small mouthfuls, half-lidded eyes focused upward while he does. He bites his lower lip, considering, then he dares asking, “So well that you'll keep your word of maybe touching me next time, sir?”
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Even after the winddown, he's almost certain there is another moment where his cock twitches, further wetting the lace just from being gently talked down. And when he is suddenly lifted off the desk, Sizhui's not messy hand catches Jiang Cheng's shoulder, holds tight all the way to being set back down where he only lets go because the man withdraws, moves to the nearby mini-fridge for— water? That's new, being taken care of, but he likes it.
After accepting the bottle, he drinks small mouthfuls, half-lidded eyes focused upward while he does. He bites his lower lip, considering, then he dares asking, “So well that you'll keep your word of maybe touching me next time, sir?”