He surges up, unable to stop himself as he kisses Wei Ying, pushing their joined hands above Wei Ying's head as he pushes his fingers in a little harder, little faster, curling up relentlessly each time.

"I would take you like this," he whispers against Wei Ying's mouth, long hair spilling over his shoulders onto Wei Ying's lovely skin. "My Wei Ying under me. My Wei Ying warm around me. Perfect."

He kisses him again, meeting Wei Ying's hips with every push, his clever Wei Ying who moves so perfectly.