The loss of contact at least lets him breathe, trying to ignore the words even if they're winding their way into his brain, and then the sound of fabric moving, the squelch of what he assumes is a fruit and..

His head drops back, Song Lan trying to choke back the sound as he stretches around Xue Yang, his fingers flexing in the vines. He does manage a soft curse before Xue Yang's fully inside him though, even if it's a half gasped.

And it does feel good, damn his body for it's betrayal.