Huaisang welcomes the aggression, moaning into the kiss as he tries to restrain himself from biting back in return. Jiang Cheng won't give up on him and right now, that's fine. He needs him to stay focused on him, to keep him from remembering how all of this has to end someday.

His eyes close, brow furrowing as he concentrates on being kissed, being undressed, being mark, experiencing each and every sensation as if it's the last time it'll ever happen. He reaches down to undo Jiang Cheng's hair, running his fingers through until it's free just the way he likes it.

Huaisang's expression is still tense, still with that constant undercurrent of pain and sorrow that surfaced from within the day his brother had died and his world had come crashing down. But it's slowly starting to relax slightly.

They may changed a lot since their first kiss but the bond between them hasn't. Now that his brother's gone, it's the strongest personal tie he has left.

"Please, A-Cheng, more... I want to stay yours," he murmurs.