He grunts and wraps his arms around the other's waist, holding him tightly and breathing deeply. It's... difficult. It's difficult when he feels so awkwardly unworthy of this, but he has to try. He's doing his best, but...

"Ah -" The bruise feels... weirdly good? He's not sure why. He just knows that he likes it when Shang Beida does that. His heartbeat is... slow. Slow and weak, even if he feels like it's racing. It's more the suggestion of a heartbeat than anything else. "You can... it's okay if you want to... um." He's not even sure how to explain this without it sounding bad. "That... um. Felt good. Really good."

He has not even really touched the world of kink. Gay porn is considered kinky enough. He's not vanilla, but he has no idea what's even out there.