Xue Yang has to stretch a little but manages to press a kiss to Song Lan's neck as he settles himself inside.

"If I mark you here, he'll see it. What do you think?"

But Xue Yang doesn't, at least for the moment. Instead he reaches around and slowly runs fingers down Song Lan's front, from his collarbones down to rest just shy of his cock. With his hand resting there, Xue Yang slides half out, then in again.

"It's so easy. It's like your body was meant to be used by me like this, Daozhang Song."