The words have him pulling back to study Huaisang's face, hands sliding down to the hem of his shirt to tug it up so they can get it off of him before he starts. His hands smooth over Huaisang's skin, fingertips calloused and tracing lightly up his sides as Jiang Cheng dips his head to kiss at his neck.

Huaisang's softer than he'd realized, and it's enough to keep his touch gentle, at least for now, his tongue flicking out to lick over the skin he'd just kissed.