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There are things Jing Yi expects when he flies through the window to his rooms.
Like his rooms. Like the floor being where he expects. Like all the furniture being out of the way of anyone flying through a window.
He finds none of those things.
There may or may not be a crashing noise. Or a very undignified yelp.
Jing Yi is too able to talk. Rose is going to correct this by tracing lines down his chest and stomach with their fingers, followed by their mouth and/or the Very Softest Thing. The whole time the vibrator is buzzing in his ass.
This is definitely reducing his ability to talk coherently. Though he's still trying.
"There is no name for this item that isn't incredibly gross," Rose says, and there's a squelch of lube going inside of something and then there is something incredibly tight and wet wrapped around his dick with all kinds of fascinating and unique sensations.
He tries to go along with the making out, but he is comprehensively distracted, so it's pretty sloppy.
Wow, its almost like they're trying to short out his brain.
... They are succeeding.
Yeah, no, Jing Yi should not be having thoughts right now. Thoughts are for people who aren't handcuffed to a bed with a vibrator in their ass.
"That was-- a lot." (Actual semi coherent words are happening, but abstract thought isn't yet.)
"Mostly I think it's due to our thousand years of sex-related technological innovations."
Great Tang has definitely got some knowledge about how to interface mouths with genitals.
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