He places his hand over Wei Ying's mouth to stop him from speaking.

"Yes," he murmurs. "Wei Ying. Yes."

He shifts, then, maintaining his grasp on Wei Ying's wrists as he does, and moves to straddle Wei Ying's hips, so that he can both keep him pinned and be able to touch him.

Slowly, very slowly, he draws his fingers down over Wei Ying's chin, along his throat, to his chest, where he slips his hand inside his robes and lays it flat against his skin.