[if there's one thing hua cheng is really good at, it's making sizhui flustered even when he has no reason to be embarrassed. they literally just fucked and the fact that something as simple as having his stomach touched and holding hands affects him seems silly, but he knows hua cheng won't judge him for it like someone else might. he hums with contentment at the squeeze and tightens his fingers in return before loosening and letting his hand fall away so they can eventually move around and get more comfortable.

ordinarily, sizhui would have more stamina, but there's something about how long they'd gone mixed with the collar that just has him a little more worn out than he would normally be. while he has a short refractory period, his stamina is likely spent for the moment and he would much prefer curling up beside hua cheng with his head resting against his chest, one arm tucked between them and the other tossed around his partner's midsection, holding him close.]

Mmhmm, [he manages, glancing down at the arm around him, a faint smile upticking his lips at the edges.] Did you? That's good to hear because I would like to do it again.

[sizhui tilts his head ever-so-slightly, giving hua cheng more room to touch the collar, his eyes becoming half-lidded at the gentle gesture.]

Not at all. You did a wonderful job creating something comfortable.