"Want," he pants out, legs spreading further as he tries to keep his hips from thrusting up. He can't think like this, can't think through what he ought to do or say. All he knows is want and desperation and that he needs Wei Ying.

"Together. Touch you, please," he begs, not ready to finish yet, not when he could be pressed against Wei Ying. Not when he could watch Wei Ying fall apart underneath him at the same time.