Shen Qingqiu is about to object, just a little—writhing with bliss seems a little strong, thank you!!—and then Binghe changes position, pinning him to the floor, and he absolutely does writhe, humiliatingly, and then can't stop writhing, into the sudden friction on his dick, back onto the pillar, hips moving with no intent at all, just more, more, until his brain whites out, head slamming back into the (thankfully cushioned, with both carpet and Bingge's robes) floor.