He grunts, eyes squinting but still watching Huaisang beneath him. He doesn't want to miss anything about this and is determined to commit it all to memory. Driving himself over and over into that clutching heat, he was all but lost in the heady lust he was drowning in.

"Fuck, A-Sang. Fuck." He chanted as the rhythm lost cohesion, unable to last any longer. He had wanted to wait, to feel the other fall away but he couldn't. He wasn't good enough for that.