"Wei Ying does need food," he protests even as he happily presses closer to Wei Ying. He is still hard but the urgency is not as strong, not if he is able to hold a sated Wei Ying. Not if he was the one to make Wei Ying this way.

He buries his nose in Wei Ying's neck and breathes him in for a long moment, listening to Wei Ying's voice in his ear. Every single night, he could have this. Every night together in their home, wrapped up in each other. It's enough to make him need a careful breath in and back out before he speaks. "Book was informative. Want to find ways to make Wei Ying feel good. Add them to the list."