The kisses make him feel light-headed and he forces himself to breathe deep, his eyelids fluttering almost closed.

"You must?" he chuckles at that logic, the soreness in his abdomen stopping his amusement prematurely. He pushes himself out of the chair and bends ever so slightly to kiss his husband's forehead.

"I'm going to change my robes. Keep resting your leg, A-Yang."