Gentle enough touches that end up being soothing rather than irritating. A shiver runs through him instead. So when Huaisang's lips part and tongue lick out in answer, Wangji accepts and presses in - licking, tasting, devouring the other man's mouth with a hunger he'd felt the night before.

And the reassurance is the last one he needs, right along with that flex of hips. A snap of his own hips buries the rest of him into his lover's willing body, but he barely gives Huaisang a chance to breath before he starts a rhythm hard and fast. To claim He doesn't make a sound, other than to pant for breath when the need of air ends each kiss and the slap of flesh on flesh.

Maddening heat. Flex of sinfully tight muscles. But enough care for his lover's health to listen for sounds of pain.