A low, wordless growl escapes him, and both the pictures and the qiankun bag go flying as he surges to his feet, lifting Wei Ying in his arms.

He takes the few steps across the room swiftly, and tumbles them both onto the bed. He stretches his body over Wei Ying's, pinning him, then drags both his hands upward and pulls his wrists together over his head, grasping them tightly, with one hand.

He twists his other hand in Wei Ying's hair and uses it to hold him still for a searing, passionate kiss.