Huaisang makes a soft keening noise at those suggestions, but then gets lost in the kiss, sweet and yearning. His hands slide around Doul's shoulders, holding him close, and he scoots a little closer, his own thighs pressing softly against the inside of Doul's spread thighs.

Breathless as the kiss breaks for a moment, he grins wide, no longer shy now that he knows Doul desires him. "I've thought about it. I want it. Fuck me, please. Please, Uther Doul."