Zhao Yunlan gently traced his right cheekbone and Shen Wei permitted himself the luxury of closing his eyes, savoring the contact and committing it to memory.
The touch was followed by a kiss and Shen Wei surrendered to it - to Zhao Yunlan - like he had wanted for so long, stubbornly clinging to the hope that one day he could do so again even during his darkest moments.
He was distantly aware that he was smiling as he blindly and willingly followed Zhao Yunlan's lead, as he gasped when a strong hand found its way under his shirt and splayed possessively over his back.
"You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you, Shen Wei?"
Yes. Absolutely and irrevocably. One caress had been all it had taken. Ever since the moment Zhao Yunlan - in his disguise as Kunlun - had first laid his hands on his body Shen Wei had been his and his alone. His to do with as he pleased, to play with, to tease, to take, to love.
Oh, Shen Wei had learned to retaliate, Kunlun had taught him that like so many other things, but one truth always remained: He was Zhao Yunlan's. Just like Zhao Yunlan was his.
"Yes," he whispered and surrendered himself into Zhao Yunlan's care.