A groan ripped from Jian Ci's throat. But his eyes were fixed on the small bottle Yu Xi had set aside.
Without a word, Jian Ci snatched it up. He had watched Yu Xi do this so many times, and now a fierce, possessive need took over. He wanted to open Yu Xi up. He wanted to feel that tight heat give way for him.
"What are you—" Yu Xi started, but the question died as Jian Ci squeezed a generous pool of cool gel onto his own fingers.
Jian Ci's gaze locked with his, violet eyes burning with intent. Yu Xi's eyes went wide, then dark with lust as he braced his hands on Jian Ci's chest, his body going pliant. "Why the hell am I getting embarrassed for?" he said. Jian Ci wouldn't remember anyway. "Do it for me, gege."
Jian Ci's slick hand slid between Yu Xi's cheeks. He found the puckered entrance, circling it slowly, feeling Yu Xi tremble in his arms. Then, with a firm, steady pressure, he pushed one finger inside.
