"Yes," he moans, against Wei Ying's skin, hooking a hand around Wei Ying's knee to spread his legs further. That sharpness makes the pleasure easier to take, gives him permission to take it and he's a little afraid that's wrong but he wants to be able to enjoy himself so badly. He wants to lose himself in Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying," he pants, eyes closed as he tries to get this out. "Were other ways to be inside. Other things to put inside. I could try or, or you could do to me if they are distasteful."