"A-Cheng," he says, breath coming a little bit quicker as the human keeps exploring. The continued caressing of his fins already feels good enough, but Wanyin roaming over his arm and chest fills him with a heat that he knows isn't just from the warmth of his hands.

His hand slides down the side of Wanyin's hip, then over the top of his thighs. His fingertips trace the v of his hip, following the line of where his leg meets his pelvis, until he reaches about halfway across Wanyin's thigh.

This is where Wanyin had spoken up last time, so he hesitates, drawing absent patterns there, giving him the opportunity to tell him to stop if he doesn't want him to continue.