Ziyao couldn't help the soft moans that escaped him as his neck and collar were bitten by his love. He loved getting marked by him, feeling as if he belonged to someone. Belonged somewhere. He was already hard as well, just from that little bit of touching.

Huaisang had a way of lighting his body on fire.

He smiles softly. "I love you too A-Sang. More than anything." he leaned over to produce the jar of oil, opening it up and spreading his legs.

"Should I prepare myself like this so you can see everything?"