Doul is far from civilized, and he suspects that might be a part of the appeal. He lets Huaisang explore his old ink and even older injuries before leaning into the kiss. As he continues to hold him up against the wall, Doul moves to slip his thigh between the other man's legs to make sure that he has something to press himself against.

"Too many layers." He might complain, but there's no annoyance behind his words as he tugs aside undergarments and robes. "I just want to suck your cock, not hide in a tent."