The sound Wei Ying makes is enough to have heat streaking down his spine, his own exhalation a ragged one before he pulls those hands away from his shirt before he takes a step back, putting that much more distance between them, if only for a moment.

"Come with me.." Because if they're doing this, he's not doing it here in the middle of the kitchen and a moment later he's moving, leading the way to the bathroom as his fingers work his shirt open, discarding it into the hamper as soon as he's inside the bathroom.

The tub will take longer to fill so he starts the shower letting it warm as he finishes with his own clothing, leaving him standing there, holding a length of white fabric in one hand as he watches Wei Ying.