“And how can I do that from on top of you?”

Huaisang pouts slightly and pulls back, settling back on Aaron’s legs so he can open up his trousers with the oddly-rough fabric. He takes his time, dipping his fingers into the little dips in his pelvis, the pretty way his hair seems to swirl.

He’ll paint this too one day, all of it.

Huaisang forces himself to sit back so he can tug the rest of the fabric down and off.