His breathing isn't anywhere near even with the way Wei Ying keeps touching him, his head dropping forward for a moment as he inhales, fights for control and finally pulls away, not saying a word as he collects towels. His first move though is to dry Wei Ying.

He takes his time with it though, focusing on his hair first before working the towel down over his body, his eyes half closed so he's not actually looking at him.

And then himself and finding Wei Ying a shirt to wear before they move to the bed.