Huaisang accepts the marking, needing the proof that his lover is here, alive, so he can look in the mirror and remind himself he's not alone, that he's loved for who he is - flaws, shortcomings, and all. Ziyao's tight, warm, sheath drags more moans out of him as he thrusts even more deeply into him, gripping his hips hard enough to leave a light bruise. It takes him a moment to realize how hard he's holding the other man but once he does, his hand relaxes slightly.

"Sorry," he murmurs, contrite. "Didn't mean to be rough."

He punctuates his words with a gentle, apologetic kiss to his lover's lips

"You feel so good, so tight and hot around me. You're beautiful. I love you. You're mine."

He'll even be more his once they make their vows and just the thought of it excites him even more. He's always dreamed of having a cultivation partner to explore things with from his books.