Their encounters are always so passionate, holding an edge of desperation. On the island, they'd clung to their stolen time together. Ziyao's words urge Huaisang on and his grip tightens once again as his hip piston off the bed, driving into the other man harder and deeper. His expression grows more focused and intense, his face flushed, bangs sticking to his forehead.

His mouth seeks Ziyao's again, groaning against his lips.

"I want you for the rest of our lives," he manages to get out. "I'm almost there, go ahead and finish if you can't hold on."