[Huaisang always likes being kissed, so he makes a pleased sound at that. Hugging Qinghua close again, he runs his nails up over Qinghua's scalp, scraping slightly as he drags them down the back of his neck.

As much as he likes long, lingering kisses, Huaisang is having trouble with knowing whether Qinghua wants him or if he's just a warm body. If he's not getting either adoration or sex out of this, his willingness to be patient with Qinghua's awkwardness is starting to dwindle.

Breaking the kiss, Huaisang presses a soft peck to the tip of Qinghua's nose.] I'm aching, and you need some time. Why don't we cool down and go back to cuddles for a while? We can start the movie again from the beginning.