Eyelashes fluttering as Huaisang returns to his senses, Huaisang smiles down at Doul with dazed pleasure, gently caressing his cheek in admiration of the sweetness and devotion. He didn't expect any of this from his rough mercenary. It makes him seem almost soft, this desire to offer himself to Huaisang's pleasure.

"Well done," he murmurs, warm with affection.

A light foot lifts between Doul's legs, gently pressing the top of his foot into the waiting bulge.

"Show me," Huaisang commands. His hand on Doul's cheek is light, but he doesn't pull him back just yet, wanting to see how gracefully Doul can get his trousers open without releasing his mouthful.