Huaisang moans at the first bold stroke of Doul's tongue, then yelps at that bite. Giggling in the aftermath of the bite, Huaisang grips tight to his lover's hair, holding him in place while he grinds his hips down to seek more.

Whining a little as Doul's hand moves away from his hip, Huaisang gasps as that hand finds a new purpose. It's been a long time since he's had anything but his own fingers or his carved toys inside of himself, and it feels better than he remembered. Whining plaintively as Doul works him open, Huaisang bucks and writhes above him, shamelessly giving himself over to his pleasure.