Sagramore bows his head into the touch as he strokes Luo Binghe's patently ridiculous cock (he adores it, but it is patently ridiculous). It feels good to have the heat and weight of it in his hand, and for a few moments he's distracted by that, and how easy it is to kiss and suck the crown of it while he strokes. He does want to have it in him again at some point.

But he has a plan of action, and he gathers a little more slick. He goes slow, as he did for Laertes, assuming this is new for Luo Binghe. He's very patient when it's worth it, and he opens Luo Binghe up by degrees, attentive to his reactions.