The sudden wetness decorating his cheeks, flying into his mouth, and sticking to his eyelashes surprises him. As the white liquid begins its trail down his face, he closes his eyes and licks up what has landed on his lips. He can feel it dripping down his neck, sliding down and seeping into his white collared shirt. It mats his disheveled hair, and as Yixing’s grip on his head loosens, he is left kneeling, dazed at the sudden lack of support. He sways back before sitting on his haunches, only to find Yixing guiding his flaccid dick to his mouth, cum still dripping off the tip. “Lick it all up, pet. Don’t waste.”