"It is," he manages, voice stuttering at the touch of Wei Ying's other hand. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, focusing on the strange sensation of pleasure coming from two different places, entirely different than anything he has felt before.

His arms drop back to the floor, one hand grasping at Wei Ying's bony knee as the other splays flat on his own belly. "Strange, from the inside, try another. Another finger." He does not even know why he wants that, isn't sure his body can accommodate it but he is certain he wants more of something."