"Good. Arousing." Huaisang's fingers keep moving over Loki's cock, exploring and appreciating the length of him. "I don't mind a bit of roughness, but I like the tickling. Just so long as you know that I'll get distracted."

Letting go of his cock for now, Huaisang takes Loki's hand and guides him over to the bed. He pauses for a moment to take a clay jar of perfumed oil from a chest at the bedside, then sits back on the bed, beckoning to Loki to draw him down.