He lifts his ponytail and he leans over to press a kiss on the back of his nape. "Yes." He whispered.

He continues teasing him, his massages knead in circular motions. With the oil, he reaches around his hips to stroke his cock to life slow and easy. "Wei Ying, close your eyes. Going to make you feel good."

He gently pries his soft globes apart and with the bottle of oil, let the liquid dripping all over. He gently slides his finger inside to prepare him, pumping rhythmically, wiggling inside to rub at the hidden pleasure spot to spark his nerves with the sensation in sync as he strokes his cock.