"I rather like this thorn. Very prickly. But worth it. Because you're mine now." A small kiss, gentle ones, sweet kisses, but he returns it with another kiss on the cheek, on the lips, and on the neck, peppering him with affectionate. Just as passionate. The hot tub encourages his desire for intimacy and stirring his passions.

"Let me wash you, Wei Ying..." Slowly he slides his arms around him to pull him closer, hip to hip. He forms a cup with his hands, scooping up water to gently washes his arms and back, bathing him.