Now that's a fine sight. Doul isn't one to smile easily, but there's a shift in his expression that is something not wholly unlike a smile as he quickly drops to his knees and nuzzles against the soft curve of Huaisang's belly. A kiss, maybe two, and he makes a sound of quiet and profound contentment.

"Yes." He lets one hand skim up his side for balance and because he likes the contrast of his rougher, darker skin against the other man's. Nosing lower, he keeps pressing kisses down the edge of one hip, to the vee of his legs.