He wraps an arm around Wei Ying's back to cushion him as he presses them both down, lying on top of Wei Ying as he's longed to do for weeks.

"Sorry," he manages before kissing him again, free hand grasping at Wei Ying's hip through the layers of cloth. To finally have Wei Ying after years of dreaming only to have him nearly die in front of him again is too much. He needs skin, he needs to wrap himself in Wei Ying.