Fox chuckled, but released one of Mingyu's hands solely so that he'd have a free one to gently keep peeling back Mingyu's shirt from his chest.

"Leave a bowl of milk out on the porch?" He asked with a laugh, fingers trailing down Mingyu's chest as they wandered toward his waist. They paused at his waist band, though, and Fox raised his eyes to meet Mingyu's, wetting his lips as his heart thumped painfully in his chest. He had an answer, one that he had been carefully avoiding for months though he said it with every word, every action, every deed. Always implied but never declared.

He thought the words through for only a split second before they were spilling from his lips.

"... or tell me that you love me."