Huaisang gasped as Hannibal started to suck on his neck. Breath coming in sharp, ragged little gasps, he laughed as Hannibal's mouth broke free, almost certainly leaving a mark. It was fortunate, really, that his lovers never took it too ill when he turned up with someone else's marks all over his body. Those of them who were inclined toward jealousy or possessiveness simply rectified the issue by leaving marks of their own.

Quickly becoming incoherent as Hannibal played with him, lifting him and stroking him at the same time, Huaisang writhed in his arms. His squirming was intense enough that it was almost a struggle, because Huaisang found pleasure in knowing that there would be no escape. "Yes, daddy, please," he begged, whimpering and then arching suddenly as his orgasm spilled through him.