Oh, that's—Shen Qingqiu gasps at the feeling of hands on his bare chest, lets out a shocked little moan when Sagramore brushes across his nipple. He's—he's really gay right now. Experiment—absolute success!

He should—stop Sagramore. Now that he has his proof. But—maybe just a little more; maybe he can have a little more touch, a little more skin against his skin, a little more pleasure. He plucks at Sagramore's shirt, not having Sagramore's facility to bypass it so easily. "Please?"