Sizhui's breath hitches at the sudden feeling of being pinned, curiosity still thoroughly piqued, particularly when Jiang Cheng pitches over him— but then there's a split second of uncertainty bolting through him at the hand finding his throat. Yellow! the younger male almost shouts, hesitating only because he's being brought upright and pressed back, aligned perfectly with Jiang Cheng's chest. His exhale is a little shakier than he likes, he holds steady anyway, even shifts his hips approvingly for emphasis.

Before he has a chance to respond to the initial comment, there's a hand on his cock, causing him to gasp and immediately lurch his hips forward, though he also wastes no time shifting back and grinding his ass against Jiang Cheng's crotch, just like he'd been told.

How much can he take? Truthfully, he wants to think he can take a lot, given the circumstances, but keeping in mind how hard he already is... Regardless, he tilts his head back until it's resting on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, mouth turned toward his ear while he whispers, “Give me everything you've got, Daddy, and I'll give you the same in return. I can take it.” And for further insistence, Sizhui thrusts again, like he's trying to fuck himself on Jiang Cheng's dick, despite there still being the inconvenient barrier of his slacks (and underwear, to be fair) between them.