Gael's eyes, a sharp, predatory blue, lifted and locked onto Yu Xi's the moment he entered. A smirk touched his lips. He had known that Jian Rui had sent someone to negotiate.This little display was deliberate.
He eyed Yu Xi standing in the center of the room. He was draped in nothing but a black mesh shirt that clung to his lean torso. It wasn't modest. It wasn't meant to be.
Through the intricate pattern of holes, Gael could see everything. The smooth planes of his chest, the dark circles of his nipples, the defined cut of his abs leading down to the low waistband of his tight pants. It was a goddamn invitation, a taunt.
"Fuck me," Gael thought, his mouth going dry.
Without breaking eye contact with Yu Xi, he placed a hand on the kneeling esper's head and pushed him off his cock with a rough shove. The man fell back onto his heels, lips slick and swollen, a string of spit connecting his mouth to Gael's flushed, thick length.
