All Huaisang can really do is brace himself against the wall and hold on, a chorus of moans escaping him as Cheng fucks him hard and fast - there's still an edge of pain to it, but it only makes the pleasure sweeter, and the sheer animal lust his lover is displaying is nearly intoxicating in its intensity.
There's something so raw and powerful about the moment, something addictive about being able to drive Cheng to this, about being so alluring that his lover needs him - something that makes him feel like he's winning. Huaisang likes winning.
(It's the best kind of winning, he thinks, when neither of them are losing)
He clings tightly to Jiang Cheng and lets him take everything he has to give.
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All Huaisang can really do is brace himself against the wall and hold on, a chorus of moans escaping him as Cheng fucks him hard and fast - there's still an edge of pain to it, but it only makes the pleasure sweeter, and the sheer animal lust his lover is displaying is nearly intoxicating in its intensity.
There's something so raw and powerful about the moment, something addictive about being able to drive Cheng to this, about being so alluring that his lover needs him - something that makes him feel like he's winning. Huaisang likes winning.
(It's the best kind of winning, he thinks, when neither of them are losing)
He clings tightly to Jiang Cheng and lets him take everything he has to give.