Er-ge perhaps should allow himself to do something rash if he pleases. [He knew how much it took to keep forever restrained, to keep up a face that is friendly and palpable for everyone else. His blood bound him to his society as much as Lan Xichen's did. This type of mask eventually breaks you.

He looked up through equally hungry eyes, raw lust thrummed through his body. He settled a bit against the warm large hand on his waist, his fingers sifting through silky hair.]

Er-ge has already bitten off a piece. It is already here. [He pressed one of his small slender hands against Lan Xichen's chest.]