Oh, no, it is definitely enough--but Jin Guangyao is a stubborn creature, and given he has decided that he will not spend himself before Lan Xichen's cock is inside him, he will do what he must to make sure that is precisely what happens.
"Ah, stop--" He stills himself where he sits astride Lan Xichen's hips, limber body taut as a bowstring, not even breathing, and quickly moves his hand from Lan Xichen's cock to his own. His grip on himself is firm and precise, and the expression on his face as he toes the razor-thin line dividing pain and pleasure is exquisite; eyes tightly squeezed shut, jaw tight, his skin hot and flushed--but then he exhales, hard and shuddering, and looks down just to be sure. And yes, he's succeeded in postponing his release. (Clearly, this is not his first time doing this.)
Then he lifts his dark eyes to meet Lan Xichen's again and wets his lips. "Fuck me," he tells him softly, and allows the 'now' to go unspoken. He reaches for the tube of lubricant again and unstoppers it, dispenses a more than generous portion of it into his palm, and drops his hand back to Lan Xichen's cock to prepare him.
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"Ah, stop--" He stills himself where he sits astride Lan Xichen's hips, limber body taut as a bowstring, not even breathing, and quickly moves his hand from Lan Xichen's cock to his own. His grip on himself is firm and precise, and the expression on his face as he toes the razor-thin line dividing pain and pleasure is exquisite; eyes tightly squeezed shut, jaw tight, his skin hot and flushed--but then he exhales, hard and shuddering, and looks down just to be sure. And yes, he's succeeded in postponing his release. (Clearly, this is not his first time doing this.)
Then he lifts his dark eyes to meet Lan Xichen's again and wets his lips. "Fuck me," he tells him softly, and allows the 'now' to go unspoken. He reaches for the tube of lubricant again and unstoppers it, dispenses a more than generous portion of it into his palm, and drops his hand back to Lan Xichen's cock to prepare him.