He could have fought it. He’d been fighting for his life in quite the literal sense for long enough that he could push at Mingyu with his knees, his feet - grip him around the middle between his legs and flip him off the bed. He didn’t. Instead he let Mingyu manhandle him, let him pin his arms and straddle his hips. He sucked in a breath, aroused despite himself, and met Mingyu’s eyes rather than let his gaze trail down those opening robes.

“Did I say you should?” He asked quietly.

He didn’t pull at his wrists, just kept solid and still as the man sat poised above him.

“You could come with me.”