Lan Zhan nods, hand still stroking as he starts to slowly and gently thrust inside Wei Ying. He is still so tight, as Lan Zhan had been, too much to look for the spot, just yet.

"Never touched myself before," he admits, although he does not think Wei Ying will be surprised. "Not in any way. Still hard to allow feeling pleasure. But easy to give it to Wei Ying. Like giving it to Wei Ying, very much."