Huaisang gasps at the bite, throwing his head back quick enough that there's a thud and a dull ache when his head hits the wall behind him. He quivers, needing that hand holding him steady. He moans loudly, the edge of it quavering with a whine, and he's forgotten entirely about trying to stay quiet. His attendants know well that the library needs to be left private right now.

Eyes closed with bliss, Huaisang whimpers again when Doul's mouth releases, leaving his skin tingling with aftershock and the knowledge of a pending bruise.

Moaning again as Doul takes him onto his tongue, Huaisang's hand tightens a little on Doul's head while his hips cant forward, taking Doul's mouth fully so that the head of his cock nestles against the back of his throat and Doul's nose is pressed into the soft tangle of Huaisang's pubic hair.