"Stop rushing me." It's a low grouse and a little distracted sounding. He assumes all Huaisang wants is his cock and why he chose his is beyond him. By the way Huaisang's acting, he seemed to be more desiring of someone who knew what to do and just get it done. And Cheng is just a hand's breath away of telling him that, too. But he keeps the words bitten back as he doesn't want to waste this opportunity. Cheng's all too aware of not getting another chance.

Eventually, he gets into the rhythm of in and out with one finger. Cheng marvels at how there was a tight muscle and then surrounding warmth within, cradling the digit. He withdraws, studying Hauisang's face for a moment as he adds more oil, and then goes back to carefully inserting two fingers. He's not stupid-he had a brother who was thick-faced about any sort of erotic drawing, after all. But the sensation still titillates him and he doesn't suppress the small sound of wonder and need as he leans in to suck at Huaisang's neck.