[ With one last swiping lick across that pretty hole he lifts his head, wipes his chin, and crawls back up Jiang Cheng's body to plant a kiss on his neck. At the same time, he lets him feel the pressure of a finger seeking entrance, far different to the yielding softness of a tongue as Xichen puts mild force behind it. ]
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I'm not sure you could handle it right now, love.