"At least a few," he corrects himself. Kexing licked his lips, running his hand along Xingchen's erection. Knowing that he has such an effect on his lover sends a thrill of anticipation through him. He rocks his hips slowly, grinding against Xingchen to tease. Kexing admires Xingchen's body; it seems so slim and frail when he's dressed, only to reveal lithe muscle and hidden strength. But there's one specific part of Xingchen's body that he's most interested right now.

"Can I take you from behind?"