"Not my birthday," he pants, closing his eyes for a moment to try and get hold of himself. That offer, anything, is dangerously tempting and his mind races through his list. How can he possibly choose with Wei Ying underneath him?

He reaches up to untie Wei Ying's hair and then his own before pressing back down, letting his hips roll as his teeth graze down Wei Ying's neck. "Found a book about things men can do. How to do them."