In this case, "devour" naturally referred to mating, that is, sex.
Until the mate's scent, appearance, and very existence were completely claimed as their own, the heat would not end, and during that time, it seemed the two could not separate from each other.
"Um, to be honest, I've never really done anything like that before, so… would I be all right?"
Of course, since coming to this world he hadn't done anything like that, and even in his previous life, it was almost nonexistent.
It wasn't that there had been nothing at all, but his partners had been women, and while he had held them, he had never been the one to be held.
"Before that, I'm, um… which side would I even be on? You two, well… do you want to hold me? Or do you want to be held?"
Even after becoming aware that he was homosexual, Qiong Xing had rarely had such a partner, so he still hadn't figured out which role he himself would take.
"I want to hold you."
"If Qiong Xing is okay with it, I want to hold you too."
