Jian Ci groaned. The sound was raw, pulled from deep in his gut. His hand moved from Yu Xi's waist, sliding up his back, then down again, the silk of Yu Xi's shirt a frustrating barrier.
His fingers groped, seeking the shape of Yu Xi's body underneath the fabric, the dip of his spine, the firm muscles of his lower back, the curve of his ass. Jian Ci wanted it now. But the promise, the slow, deliberate tease… it was a torture he was willing to endure. Good things were worth waiting for.
"I am looking forward to it," Jian Ci said, his voice rough. Then he leaned forward, finally capturing Yu Xi's lips properly.
This kiss wasn't tender. It was intense and passionate. Jian Ci's mouth opened over Yu Xi's, his tongue slipping inside without hesitation. Yu Xi groaned into the kiss, a sound of surrender and want. Their tongues entwined, hot and slick, a dance of push and pull that made Yu Xi's head spin.
