It is always a pleasurable thing when reality lives up to expectation and that simple joy is clear on Doul's face as he leans in to nuzzle and lick at the head of Huaisang's prick. A thoughtful hum and then another lick, the broad curve of his tongue running up the underside.

There's a sound that's almost a sigh as he takes his time to explore and taste. He'll obey any request, but without guidance, he's going to go slow and relish the experience.