Licking his lips with desire as he watches Doul struggle and then expose himself, Huaisang nestles his foot gently under Doul's cock, letting Doul's balls rest upon his toes while the head of Doul's cock bumps Huaisang's ankle. "Perfectly serviceable," he murmurs, fondly teasing, and then finally pulls Doul's head back, hand tangling a bit harder in Doul's hair.

Bending down, he delivers a sweet kiss to Doul's lips, then straightens up again and releases him. "Go on," he urges, turning around and arching his back a little to present his ass. Bracing his arms against the wall, Huaisang glances over his shoulder with a coy smirk. "Didn't you say you wanted my thighs?"