He is regretting all the clothes he'd put on this morning as he has to work quickly to push fabric out of the way and toss his belt somewhere- he doesn't use any brain power to care where. As his trousers slide down his thighs and there's an obscene gap in his robes, he catches the back of Huaisang's legs and effortlessly lifts him. He guides smooth, milky thighs around his waist and reaching further underneath.

"I need you to be mine," he growls. They'd made love not long ago. He knows this was going to leave Huaisang sore again, but he can't wait. He can't be good. He must take and it had to be now. He reaches down between them and pushes into his lover's body. He cries out with needy pleasure and has to fight every feral urge to not move too quickly and to stop before he got too far. "A-Sang!" He moans loudly.