Huaisang gasps at the nuzzle to his belly, smile blossoming with joy at Doul's obvious admiration. It makes him feel so desired, exquisitely beautiful, and he relaxes against the wall, settling a gentle hand into Doul's hair.

The kisses make him squeak and giggle at the rasp of Doul's scuff against his sensitive skin. He quivers a little but is careful not to move, not wanting to discourage Doul from continuing. "Ah! Yes. Please."

His cock is already hard and eager, pretty and pink and demurely sized, rising from a soft nest of dark hair.