With the hairtie rolled onto his wrist, he kneads his fingers through his hair, tousling the strands a bit more before lowering one hand again, the other playfully winding some long hair around his fingers.

“Good,” Sizhui utters just as softly, “I liked making Daddy happy. Liked doing what I was told and how it made me feel after.” It doesn't dawn on him Jiang Cheng might actually concern himself with such things; he's a college student, aren't they all lacking proper sleep at some point in their lives? That's something he's naturally come to accept at this point.

He gives a mindless sort of nod, moves both hands again and slowly loosens the garters, letting the small straps hang loose near his hips momentarily. “Alone in my room, I was thinking about you. Thinking about what we did and how good it felt.” While he's painting the picture from memory, Sizhui finds the straps on his hips, catches them between his fingers, begins removing the panties of his matching set, deliberately slow as he works them down the length of his legs, off his feet and puts them aside. Was he supposed to? Maybe not, but Jiang Cheng did say they didn't want him ruining another pair and his cock is only getting harder by the minute. “I was using one hand on myself first, sucking on the fingers of my other because sometimes, I can get a little loud...”