[ Of course, his color deepens, but... also, his lips can't help but purse against Yingxing's thumb, a slight shift of his hips as his cunt flutters again—nay, tightens—at the image in his mind, of the elder bursting into the bathroom to take him in the tub while he writhed helplessly against himself, and... ]

I would have welcomed you, [ he admits, his voice low. ] I mean... I would have been... mortified, but I...

[ He's not really thinking as his lips part, take the tip of the other's thumb between them for a quick, teasing lick. ]

I was thinking about you in there anyway.