He wastes no time, pushing in and up with his fingers moving them in the same rhythm as his mouth, hips twitching with the desire to move, to be inside that tightness.

"Wei Ying feels good," he rasps as he pulls off just enough to talk, watching Wei Ying's chest heave and stutter. He licks at the head of his cock, fingers still clutching Wei Ying's, never more grateful for his gift of coordination. "Want to watch you like this, again. Feel you around me. Does Wei Ying want that someday, me in you?"