Kexing pants softly, patting Xingchen's hip with his free hand. "Give me a moment," he breathes out to acknowledge him. And he takes that moment to let the desire wash away. He lingers inside Xingchen just a bit longer before he pulls out with low whine. The air is too cold around his rigid flesh after being wrapped in such heat. It takes him a moment more to rearrange their robes to make them decent. And then, after patting Xingchen's cute tail once more, Kexing begins to inspect the branches to find a way out.