Huaisang complies with those demanding hands, shrugging out of each layer and not even complaining about them dropped so carelessly on the floor where they'll wrinkle. He kisses back, eager and aching for more contact. The offer's tempting, the thought of simply being whisked away to a place where they can be alone and forgotten by the rest of the world. It's just not possible though, not with their clan responsibilities. And Jiang Cheng was right, he's good at his job. If Huaisang steps down, there's no one fit enough for his position to replace him.

He breaks the kiss, gasping for air, voice heated with desire when he speaks.

"Then finish it. Fuck me. Tie me down. Get rough. Make it so I can't walk away from you."