Just the way Huaisang moves and reacts to him has his blood pounding in his ears. With heavy breaths, soft sounds come from him as he works to stretch the other out, his own excitement pressing on his patience.

Hoping it was enough, he manages to slather oil on his own cock as he looks down, thumbing Huaisang's again with his free hand. "I want to do this all the time to you," he mutters without much conscious thought to it. With Huaisang, he feels freer and safer in a world of crazy unknowns.

The head of his cock presses up against the ring of muscle and he helps guide it in as far as passing through that first ring of muscle, his head thrown back with a throaty growl when there was a that tell tale 'pop' sensation of breeching it.