Cheng lifts his mouth up as soon as he hears the words, taking a moment to examine the skin, going so far as to run his thumb across it to make certain he isn't going to leave a mark. "Sounds fair," he murmurs, adjusting the bites to be light nips on the other's jaw while he makes room for Kexing's hands. As the tight layers start to loosen, Cheng begins shrugging out of them as his own fingers finally get the hang of Kexing's clothes as he first unwraps the sash and drops it somewhere away from their feet.

His own muscled chest is bared and to his credit, doesn't pause because of the scars. It's not like Kexing would know what they meant and he wasn't in the mood to go down that road. Not when he's in the process of peeling layers off the other, his teeth still pressing lightly enough to not leave marks, but heavy enough to offer that tantalizing pressure.