[Ironic how Huaisang's spent so much time afraid of losing control of the situation he's in only to give it up freely to a man who could kill him with ease if he put his mind to it. The poetry in his soul has vanished, leaving him at a loss for words to describe or define this feeling. Belonging, perhaps? But it satisfies a need in him that he never knew he had. He feels at peace, somehow, tangled up in these vines with Xue Yang buried deep inside him. He's relucant to end the kiss so he rests his forhead against the other man's briefly before nodding.]

I'll try. I'll try to last as long as I can. I don't want this to ever stop.

[He feels like a living, breathing person again in Xue Yang's arms]

I'll do whatever you want. Just keep going. Touch me how you want.

[Then Huaisang's kissing him again, sweet and tender, in these circumstances.]