There's a whole new sensation altogether, one that makes him shiver again, goosebumps rising on his skin despite the heat pooling low in his belly. He huffs wetly, lets his face downturn as he gives a pathetic whine at being denied again.

However, having Jiang Cheng murmuring in his ear and keeping their bodies so close together, Sizhui's planning to take advantage of this in an unexpected way.

“Daddyyy,” he drawls, almost too petulant, his arms lifting and one hand gently guiding Jiang Cheng to face him after he turns, red, spit-shiny lips momentarily brushing over his mouth while he asks this time, “Pleasepleaseplease, may I come?” His cock is leaking freely and swollen, possibly to the point of uncomfortableness, yet Sizhui makes no pained complaint, just begs oh-so-prettily about finally being allowed to orgasm like Jiang Cheng wanted.