Chen pulled back just enough to look at him—really look at him. Skyy's eyes were glassy, his lips swollen and red, his hair a disaster. He was the most beautiful thing Chen had ever seen, and he was trembling in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist like he belonged there.
"Last chance," Chen rasped, though his hips were still grinding in shallow, involuntary circles. "Tell me to stop and I will."
Skyy shook his head frantically. "If you stop I'll kill you."
Chen laughed—actually laughed, low and rough—and something wild and hungry broke loose behind his eyes. "Good answer."
He lowered him from the wall slowly, letting Skyy's feet find the ground, but he didn't step back. Instead he reached for the waistband of Skyy's loose pants and tugged them down in one rough motion, taking his underwear with them.
Skyy squeaked—actually squeaked—and tried to cover himself with both hands.
Chen caught his wrists and pinned them above his head against the wall.
