[ There's the briefest moment of hesitation as Yingxing undoes one of Dan Heng's binder clasps, asks him if it's ok to take it off. It's a hesitation that has nothing to do with his heat and much more to do with the fact that they're somewhere public, his brain for a moment only able to hold on to that fact and wonder what it would mean if someone saw them—

only for the rest of his logic to catch up in the next moment, leaving him blushing even as he buries his face in the other's shoulder, laughing softly to himself. ]

Yes. Yes, of course it's okay.

[ After all, if someone were to see them, his breasts would be the single least thing to worry about, of course.

He leans up to press a kiss to the underside of the other man's chin. ]

For the record, I enjoy undressing you too. I was just enjoying your muscles for a bit.

[ And he reaches up to Yingxing's shirt again, this time to work on the buttons. ]