"Won't hurt Wei Ying," he promises, allowing himself a few more thrusts before he pulls back and grabs the oil. He quickly pours a little on two fingers, remembering the angles he'd finally discovered after several different attempts.

"If you don't like it, tell me," he warns before hitching one of Wei Ying's legs over his shoulder. His fingers drop to circle lightly against Wei Ying, knowing how odd it had felt but hoping Wei Ying is not too startled by it. The book had said these were all things done commonly by men but he's unsure if such things applied to their own people.