He tightens his grip on Wei Ying's hair as he breaks the kiss, making absolutely sure that he cannot move, and holds himself steady above him. He lets his full weight settle against Wei Ying, keeping him pressed to the bed, and just breathes for a moment. His breath is warm on Wei Ying's lips, his own nearly touching them, but he carefully ensures that he is just out of reach of a kiss.

"We will see. Who is more patient."

It is a promise, low and heated.