He thinks he might be, actually, because how is he supposed to look at another man with this memory burned into his brain? He's had a lot to drink, yes, but he really doesn't think he's ever going to forget this. It definitely hurts, Jiang Cheng is deliciously well-endowed, but Huaisang still moans as he presses into him.
"A-Cheng," he gasps "Fuck."
It's almost funny, he thinks, how Jiang Cheng is being so poetic and well-spoken and Huaisang is reduced to nothing more than swearing, but he'd challenge anybody to be taken by this beautiful man and remain coherent.
Although, actually, he wouldn't, because he doesn't want Jiang Cheng taking anybody else but him.
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He thinks he might be, actually, because how is he supposed to look at another man with this memory burned into his brain? He's had a lot to drink, yes, but he really doesn't think he's ever going to forget this. It definitely hurts, Jiang Cheng is deliciously well-endowed, but Huaisang still moans as he presses into him.
"A-Cheng," he gasps "Fuck."
It's almost funny, he thinks, how Jiang Cheng is being so poetic and well-spoken and Huaisang is reduced to nothing more than swearing, but he'd challenge anybody to be taken by this beautiful man and remain coherent.
Although, actually, he wouldn't, because he doesn't want Jiang Cheng taking anybody else but him.