The ties are familiar enough that he doesn't fumble too badly. Hearing Huaisang's laugh--Cheng thought he would be defensive about it, thinking that the other was laughing at him and it surprises him that he doesn't mind. Going through all the layers, he bites at Huaisang's exposed nipple, pushing the robe open as far as the sleeves would allow.

Cheng shifts here and there, trying to help Huaisang more than hinder. The sheer fabric does have some sensation as it's drawn off his skin but it's nothing compared to the sensation of heat beneath him. Being nestled between Huaisang's thighs, his scent all around, everything outside of their little private booth is non-existent now that he had who he wanted.