"What's stopping you?" Mingyu challenged, eyes brightening as his cheeks flushed. He was of the opinion that whispering sweet nothings to each other went very well with what Fox had set out to do pushing him down against the bed. He beamed, loosening a few more buttons on his shirt, half in invitation and half in taunt.

"You don't have to tell me for me to know," Mingyu pointed out, lazily tracing fingers over his own skin, watching Fox closely to see what he would do.

"Well...? Make love to me, Huli. I'm waiting."