[It's a good sort of pain, not unlike the tingling of his scalp when his hair pulled and the soreness in his muscles after an intensive bout of flying. Shi Qingxuan's hand tenses in response, his grip a touch too tight before he catches himself.
With a hand firmly on the small of Xue Yang's back, he spreads the moisture from the tip along the length, then starting to stroke in earnest. The wet sound elicits a giggle broken only by a gasp once Xue Yang's teeth dig too hard. That's going to bruise.]
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With a hand firmly on the small of Xue Yang's back, he spreads the moisture from the tip along the length, then starting to stroke in earnest. The wet sound elicits a giggle broken only by a gasp once Xue Yang's teeth dig too hard. That's going to bruise.]
Didn't think your teeth would be that sharp...