[ It's something he doesn't really think he can explain—but it's not for Yingxing. It's for himself, and yet it's something he didn't even realize he really wanted until Yingxing was in the picture, despite having thought about it more than once.

Somehow, having the other man reaffirm that he doesn't need to do it for him, though, that just makes him feel all that much better. It makes him smile to himself as he finishes undoing Yingxing's shirt and pushes it aside, lazily leaning down to press a few kisses to the bared skin. ]

It is for me. I can't really explain why, but it is. [ He glances up at the other, expression quietly warm. ] I know you don't care. It... I realized that right away. Right from the beginning you've just accepted me for who I am, so...

[ His cheeks color. Aeons, he's getting sappy... ]