Langfei's throat went tight with emotion a those softly spoken words, nodding solemnly in acceptance of that gratitude even though he found it more than he was due.

"Thank you for remembering me," he murmured in turn, rolling his shoulders back as he melted into that gentle touch, a sigh of bone-deep contentment escaping his lips. He'd taken many lovers to his bed over the years, enjoyed himself well enough, but to even Zhuiying's inexpert touch there was just no comparison. Because Zhuiying's touch carried his intensity, his devotion, burned bright with the love Langfei knew his destined carried within him, had carried all these years in spite of the cost.

"Mm, Zhuiying," he let out in a low croon, just to savor the sound as he rocked himself into his lover's hand, eyes fluttering briefly shut as he felt his pleasure build, felt it coming to a crest as he tangled a hand in Zhuiying's hair, focused in on the the look in Zhuiying's eyes, the low rumble of his voice. With another gasp, he spilled into his lover's hand with only a breath of warning.