“Mmph,” Sizhui complains underneath his breath, pouting momentarily when he's denied, although being told the new position has him somehow heating even further, causes him to nod with understanding. At full hardness, his own cock is nothing to sneeze at; more than above average and a little on the thicker side, but it still doesn't compare to Jiang Cheng. (In his opinion, anyway.) Regardless of that, he gives himself one final stroke then flips around, climbs up onto the bed, drops forward onto his belly, face down and ass up like he'd been told to do.

Fortunately, with his arms drawn above his head, he can peek out from underneath whichever side and watch Jiang Cheng keep stroking himself, thighs trembling with the effort it takes to not thrust his hips against the bed.

To be honest, it's harder to hold his hands still, so he crosses them, right hand gripping his left wrist for extra control. “L-Like this, Daddy?”