Shen Yuan gasps, shocked by the touch on her clit--not that she'd thought Binghe had forgotten about it, between eating her out and now, but it was never mentioned in any of the many, many, many preventative sex scenes in PIDW. Binghe's wives just came from his dick being in them, sometimes instantly, sometimes later, sometimes instantly and then later, and then--later--oh fuck, oh, fuck---just, um. Kind of like that.

She shakes and clings and laughs, softly. This body sweats, aches, all these little human feelings that she hasn't accessed in so long. Everything between them is sticky and filthy and hot, hairy and soft, trembling and perfect. "I love you," he says, without meaning to; something in the shape of their bodies, fit together, draws it out of him.