Huaisang gasps and giggles with pleasure at the tight squeeze of Doul's arms, the ticklish scratch of his stubble against Huaisang's sensitive skin, the hot spatter of seed against the back of Huaisang's balls and the inside of his thighs as Doul comes.

Eyelashes fluttering closed with bliss, Huaisang makes a low little hum of contentment, then nudges softly at Doul. "Lie down on your back."