[ Right. Use his words. Dan Heng bites his lip as their noses nuzzle together, his hips twitching a little in response to the sensation of the elder's finger circling his hole. His own movements actually slow a little as he tries to process, and he whimpers, pressing in that little bit closer. ]
I think... I think good? I'm not sure, I... this is new for me.
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I think... I think good? I'm not sure, I... this is new for me.
[ His cheeks are warm. ]
But I... I like your voice.