Closing his eyes at his touch, he craves more of his touch. He feels his face warmed all over. He feels loved. Treasured. Cherished. His heart feel full and he wants nothing more but to love, to adore, and cherished his love with reverence, that he worships him.

"Wei Ying, you're the gift." He kisses him back, slow and unhurried, feeling the fullness of his lips. "You're like a star, you shine so brightly in the night."

With soft laughter, "How could you tell I'm controlling myself? It's more rewarding to wait for you. I'm going to undress now." He's going to undress, taking off the wedding robes as he wore many layers, one by one, and treating his robes carefully with care, folding it and setting it aside.