Sunny smirked, and quite noticeable at that.<br/><br/>"Something tells me you want more then a little aid....," he said in that musical Chinese accent of his, hand raising to his lips again, but this time to slide two of his fingers into his mouth while he moved back to the redhead.<br/><br/>The other hand he placed, quite abruptly and quite rough, as if he wanted to push Cherry down farther, unto his back before pulling his fingers from his mouth.<br/><br/>"You know, that really would aid.. to keep yourself spread like that, hmmhmm...," he said, but didn't await Cherry's action, if he'd comply or protest in any way. With one, strong push he pressed through the tightness of Cherry's muscle ring, then halted and pressed, slowly, further, closing his eyes to concentrate, probing around.<br/><br/>He sure as fuck didn't want the package to get pushed any deeper. His fingers<em>were</em>quite long. He'd had to be careful.<br/><br/>It didn't actually take him all too long to find something that wasn't supposed to be there, and he chuckled, flicking the small, plastic bag next to Cherry's head on the bed to illustrate he not only found it but got it out of him too. Then, without another word, pushed his own pants down, positioned and entered in one, long, hard thrust. Not caring at all if he was hurting the readhead, just burying himself to the hilt with a quiet, content purr at the feeling of the warm embrace of the man's body.<br/><br/>"Mmmm...," he murmured, leaning over Cherry, body melting against his while he paused and held. "I can tell why you're popular,<em>Cherry</em>.."