His mouth is dry, watching Huaisang take his hair down but when those hands work his own bun loose, he leans in for another kiss, desire spiking inside him as his hands smooth over now bare skin, trace up his sides.

Huaisang is so soft in places, a striking contrast to his own body and likely due to the differences in their interests and hobbies.

"Tell me what to do." His voice is a little rough, his eyes meeting Huaisang's and holding his gaze, features softened by the hair framing his face now.