Xue Yang doesn't need to be told to relax, his body already willing to accept those fingers as he feels them press inside. He groans then gives a little smirk.

"I can handle rough, daozhang." He isn't afraid of things being a little harsher then normal. He isn't afraid of a little pain mixed with pleasure. He adjusts his position as best he can to make it easier for Xingchen to prep him, his hips rocking slightly into that hand that is still working over his length.