"Too much? No part of me is even inside you yet, a-Yao."

His expression softens, warm and reassuring as if looking at Jin Guangyao from across the room instead of from between his legs. Bringing one of those legs to rest over a shoulder, hooked at the knee, he slides his oil-warmed fingers lower past taut balls to rub at the inviting pink hole beneath, insistently bold in the way he massages the rim as if they do this every day.

"And you want that. Don't you?"