He groans, grasping at Wei Ying's hips to hold him closer. He thrusts open now, wantonly and more free, something about Wei Ying pressed against him always giving him a freedom he cannot find on his own.

His fingers slide down, seeking out where Wei Ying is still wet wet before pushing two inside, still so hot and tight around him. "Like this," he growls, nipping at Wei Ying's chin.