( The laugh that breaks free is bright like a ringing bell, his hands moving to cup Zhou Zishu's face between his warm palms. He kisses him back, swift and deep, body hunched over him on the narrow bed. )

Mm? ( Pleased, so very pleased, voice soft and a little rough. ) Was it good, Ah-Xu? Did you like it?

( It doesn't have the usual cockiness that Wen Kexing blankets himself in, instead there's a steady thrum of desperate affection, one hand pushing back sweaty strands of the other man's hair. ) I want to fuck you, it'll be good now the edge has been taken off. Tell me you'll let me. Tell me I can.