He may have a lingering sense of nervousness being like this, positioned in an extremely vulnerable way without them having really done anything of the sort, but he's still far more turned-on than he's ever been with anyone else. Maybe that says something about him? He isn't sure what and is far too preoccupied with other things to think about it too long.

‘Show me what you've got, kitten. Show Daddy.’ Sizhui's pulse is rushing, his head is sort of reeling, yet he swallows carefully, shifts on the bed, plants his hands, and turns so he's facing the older man. Once he is, he perches on the edge of the bed, pretty pink-stockinged feet settled on the floor, hands steady in his lap despite the overwhelming urge to touch his already half-hard cock. His attention is firmly locked on Jiang Cheng's face, determined to memorize every single shift in his expression at the revealed sight.

“What do you think, Daddy? Does it suit me?”