It takes practice to learn what he likes as Xingchen doesn't have much education regarding pleasure in this kind of activity. For a few years, he was trained from a sect that restricts such activities, that self-restraint, meditation, hard manual work, and honor are virtuous.

Hearing that small groan, delivering pleasure and pain, he runs his tongue over the mark he made on his pale skin. "I just want you to be good and behave." He whispered. But he learns pleasuring him every night helps relieve the stress, and that a part of him desires him also. In the beginning, there was a shame, but gradually overtime, he learns he's just as shameless for wanting him.

Quietly he took a few moments to think, then growing bolder, he slowly rolls his nightwear up and over his head to undress him, planting heat kisses on his broad shoulders and back, and then pulls down his pants down his lithe legs and it joins the shirt on the floor.

His hand wanders to play with his nipple, rolling around and pinching the nubs and another hand wanders to roam and tease over his thighs with his caresses and touch until he wraps his hand around his length to slowly stroke him.