"A-Cheng," he whimpers his name as that hand closes around him and starts moving, crying out softly when Jiang Cheng takes the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Pain and love twist inside him, making him that much more sensitive to his lover's attentions and the sensations that much more intense. His fingers twine in Jiang Cheng's hair in the way that's become habit for him when they've done this over the years, hips arching up to seek more stimulation.

"Please... I need you..."