He keeps up with the litany of filthy sweet nonsense in his ear as he strokes him through his orgasm, feeling him shoot up along himself. Jiang Cheng drinks in the sight hungrily as white come lands on the mesh bra, landing on flowers, on the strap, along Sizhui's stomach, along the garter belt. He keeps stroking him through until he has no more to give and gives soft whimpers.

"That's my princess," he whispers. "You come so beautifully, baby."

Slowly, he takes his hand away and licks at the spend all over his hand clean before undoing the belt around Sizhui's wrists and rubbing feeling back into them. He drops a sweet kiss on his shoulder before moving him gently, easing him to lay out on his back on the bed. He gets off and gets a warm washcloth to wipe of the rest of the mess on Sizhui, meticulous in his work. He gets up again to put it away. It takes him a while before he comes back with a tray with some bao and a mug of tea. He sets it on the bedside table so he could take the deep violet throw on his bed, gently sit Sizhui up, and wrap it around Sizhui's shoulders.

"Remember what I said last time," he says, picking up the mug of tea and handing it to him. "I made it warm, not boiling hot. Slow sips are still needed, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"