Xue Yang leaves a trails of bite marks down Xingchen's chest. He won't leave any obvious marks. he doesn't want the whole train to know that he has claimed him. That will come later. For now he just wants to taste. His mouth comes down to that nipple that his fingers had played with to let his mouth and tongue do the job now. Circling it with his tongue before claiming it between lips.

His hand continues to pump over that length, thumb feeling over the tip and the wetness there. Using the hand that is complete and not the one with the glove. Even he still has reservations about his missing little finger.