Jin Jiuchi almost choked on his breath as his eyes followed the movement of Shen Nianzu's hand. It wasn't until two seconds later that what Shen Nianzu said earlier fully sank into his mind. And when they did, he snapped his gaze up, shell-shocked, "W–What did you just say, Nian'er?! I'm going to do— what?!"
Shen Nianzu arched his back delicately as his fingers probed around his hole. He had been mentally preparing himself for this all week and he had even loosened himself a bit before they went out for dinner, so he could easily slip two fingers instead, albeit the little stretch still made him suck in a breath. Jin Jiuchi's cock was way, way bigger than his two fingers, so he had to do this if he did not want his asshole to be ripped open!
He began to thrust his fingers in and out, simply to let himself adjust to the intrusion. And oh… it was starting to feel good.
