The mushroom tip was veiny like a maple life, and Zi Yin swallowed around the knot in his throat. Did he plan to fuck him? Shit. Zi Yin didn't know if he could handle that right now, but Zhan Sheng merely guided his hand to his cock and forced Zi Yin to stroke him.
"Zhan Sheng—"
"Don't speak, just look at me. Into my eyes. Look."
