He knows Wei Ying enjoys it rough, but he controls the speed and thrust to his pleasure if he has to. The sound of his soft cries arouses him. Just a bit of maneuvering for a comforting position as he rolls his hips to built up the tempo and pace.

He kisses him and lays bites on his throat as he thrusts faster. He sees his partner's length harden, unattended, so he wraps his hands around his length to stroke and gives attention.