The heat was insane. The wet, silken tightness was fucking mind-blowing. Jian Ci took him deeper, his nose pressing into Yu Xi's lower belly, his throat relaxing and constricting in a rhythm that had Yu Xi seeing stars.
"Oh god… Ci…" Yu Xi babbled, his fingers pressing down on Jian Ci's head, not pushing, just feeling, anchoring himself in the unbelievable reality of that hot, willing mouth. Jian Ci looked up, his violet eyes watering, and began to move. He pulled back until only the tip remained between his lips, then sank down again, his tongue swirling around the shaft on the way down.
It was too good. Yu Xi's hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk. Jian Ci's eyes fluttered closed, a muffled sound of encouragement vibrating around Yu Xi's cock. That was all the invitation Yu Xi needed. The last shred of his control snapped.
