Hearing his name further solidifies that Cheng wasn't going to stop until they were both sweaty and sated. It's a couple of minutes before he's fully seated, pulse pounding in his head and eyes less focused when he pulls back and pushes in, the sound of pleasure low in his throat at the sensation.

Three more easy thrusts and he chooses to go faster and harder, the elation that he was with Huaisang again clouding his better judgment.