Mingjue let the kiss linger, gentle but not chaste, poised on the edge of taking more than he was honestly prepared to deal with just yet. But A-Yao was warm in his arms as Mingjue bent over him, meeting him halfway when A-Yao's heels lifted from the floor. He palmed the back of A-Yao's head to keep him where he wanted him. His arm shifted lower, dropping from A-Yao's shoulders to stroke down his back towards his waist.

The impulse to take more ripped through him and left him ready to pick A-Yao right up off the floor, but he stopped himself, pulled away to look A-Yao in the face, and contented himself with petting the back of A-Yao's head with his hand. He didn't bother to school away the interest on his face.

"That alright?" he asked, low and very deliberately careful. And as he asked, he watched A-Yao's expression.