"…Leander? W-wait—ah, no, that, not there!"
Flustered at seeing it, Qiong Xing tried to react, but Leander ignored his hesitation and continued playing with his nipples.
The spot Leander touched, which had been stimulated by Elias before, seemed to bring pleasure and Qiong Xing's hips moved against Leander's back in response, unable to stop the instinctive movement.
"Does it feel good?"
Leander's excited voice whispered into his ear and Qiong Xing who is tried to suppress the strange sounds escaping him nodding his head vigorously.
It was embarrassing, but he didn't dislike it, so he desperately tried to convey that it felt good.
Even with his neck and face flushed bright red, Qiong Xing's effort to communicate made Leander understand and he was told he was glad.
"L-Leander."
"Mm~?"
"I-I want to touch you too… please."
"Ah! Whoa, that's dangerous. I thought I might lose control. If you say something like that all of a sudden, I can't hold back."
