Jian Ci's body pressed against him, hard and unyielding. His breath was hot and scorching on the side of Yu Xi's neck, a stark contrast to the cold dread coiling in Yu Xi's gut. He could feel the frantic beat of his own heart, a wild drum against his ribs. It wasn't just fear. It was a dark, thrilling pull.
"Ci…" he breathed out, the name a plea and a question.
He tried to push back, a last, half-hearted attempt to be the voice of reason, to stop whatever this was before it began. But Jian Ci was an immovable rock. Yu Xi could have thrown him across the room with a thought, but his body refused to obey. His entire being was screaming yes.
Jian Ci grabbed his other wrist, pinning both of them above Yu Xi's head with an effortless, terrifying strength from one hand. The restraint sent a jolt straight to Yu Xi's cock. Then, the heat of Jian Ci's body on his, intensified and his chin was roughly pinched. Jian Ci's lips found his.
