Huaisang squirms a little in the moments the other isn't pressed over him out of necessity. He shudders at the sensation of the oil on his cock, at Jiang Cheng's hand on him. He doesn't try to hold back the moan of pleasure, the whimper of impatience. If someone overheard? Then so be it. He's not ashamed. His hips rock into the touch, ball pulling up slightly at the attention however brief.

Jiang Cheng is learning his body so well and Huaisang doesn't have to direct him very much anymore and his head falls back as the finger presses inside. "Mmm, A-Cheng," he shivers, eyes closed as he takes in the pleasure of just a single finger from the other. It's not enough but the other will give him more soon.