"I'm always less tense around you, daozhang." He hums, back arching very slightly when he feels that finger press inside of him. He has a pretty high threshold for pain and so he barely has to endure much discomfort from this sort of thing. He already had gotten used to this feeling so all he notices is the pleasurable warmth that he spreads inside of him.

He rocks a little in his lap and against his hand, encouraging him for more contact. Xue Yang has a hunger that needs to be satisfied.