That look alone is enough to make him whimper, straining upward toward Lan Zhan. He cannot breathe; he is aware of every inch of his skin, pricked with heat, every place where he touches Lan Zhan. Everywhere he doesn't. Everywhere he can't, now, restrained as he is.

(Sometimes he still wants to laugh in giddy disbelief at how much he enjoys moments like this. He has learned quite a lot about himself in the past few weeks.)

"Please," he begs. "Yes."