He moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to fist in Jian Ci's shirt, holding on as the world tilted.
Jian Ci gentled for a fleeting second, sucking Yu Xi's lower lip between his own, a soft, wet pull that promised so much more, before letting him go. The sight of his kiss-swollen lips, the heat in his usually guarded eyes, was the most intensely sensual thing Yu Xi had ever witnessed. That was enough teasing.
Yu Xi led the way to the far wing, to the soundproofed room Jian Rui had the foresight to provide. His fingers shook slightly as he pressed the lock panel by the door. The hiss-whirr of the magnetic seal engaging was the last coherent sound he heard.
He turned around. And was slammed back against the reinforced wall, Jian Ci's body a hard, hungry line against his own. The kiss this time was consuming. It was a wildfire. Yu Xi opened for him, letting Jian Ci devour him, their tongues tangling in a wet, frantic dance.
