He holds him steady, allowing for the young master to caress along his form, the form that Bo Ya had granted him with his sacrifice, and patiently waits for him to have his fill along his shoulders, his neck, and along his body. His stomach flex a little when he feels the cool fingers drift over the dark markings along his hips, following them until they disappear behind the waistband of his pants.

"I want," he replies, surprised at the want, "and I will."