[His head was swirling, too far gone to have any rational thoughts anymore. All he could focus on was this need that was building within him. Every single touch that Huaisang placed on him set his skin in a buzz of electrical pleasure. He was astounded that his delicate artist's hands could just feel like that.

Jin Guangyao couldn't help the desperate moan that escaped him when the fingers traced against that part of him. The sound melted into the kiss. He had never been touched there before. He had never thought that he was amenable to that sort of thing, being in that type of vulnerable position. But he wanted to. He wanted him to take him and for him to spill inside him.

His eyes were hazy with lust as he spoke, leaning into the bite.]

...I've never done it before in there.

I have some oil that I use for my hair. I suppose that should suffice well enough. [He reaches over, getting up enough to lean back to the sink where there was a bottle. He was hyper-aware of the view he was probably giving him. His endowments were average, proportionate to the rest of his body, currently, it was flush against his lower abdomen.

He handed Huaisang the oil.] Should I sit up out of the water so you can press it in?