[ Ugh, he should have known he wouldn't get away with that, that Yingxing would see right through any attempt to gloss over his own embarrassment... but at the same time, he's struggling, working out how he wants to put his feelings to words, especially as the other man's hands slide down over his skin to pull his undergarments off, leaving him naked under the blankets.

His lips purse, and his eyes look up into Yingxing's face for a moment, searching, thankful for the way the dim light in the room works to cover how dark his cheeks are becoming. Asking outright for what he wants feels so crass, but.. ]

I've thought about... what it might be like. How it would be different if.. if I'd been born a guy. How.. sex would be different.