He slips out and watches with more satisfaction than he wants to admit, his spunk dripping from Huaisang's delightfully abused hole, down perfectly rounded cheeks, and staining the inside of his expensive inner robes. He wonders if the other man will wear this to bed or travel with his taint on it so close and secretive to his private skin.

"Mmm, you were amazing, little Nightingale, singing so sweet. You're even prettier with my come on you."

He draws a handkerchief from one of Huaisang's sleeves. He wipes away the mess on their bellies and then leans down to snake an arm around the beautiful man's. Drawing him up gently, Jiang Cheng kisses his lips, licking the image of his robes sliding partially off one shoulder. The Nie sect leader's hair ornament was askew and he couldn't remember ever feeling more satisfied.

That is until he hears a knock at the door.

With a bit of a growl, he breaks their kiss and shouts, "Piss off!"