It was slick and warm, a deliberate, searching glide that made Jian Ci's entire body tighten. A low, ragged moan vibrated from Yu Xi's throat straight into Jian Ci's mouth, and the sound went through Jian Ci like a live wire.
Enthusiasm exploded into pure, single-minded need. Jian Ci's hands came up, one tangling in the soft hair at the nape of Yu Xi's neck, the other splaying across his back, and he pushed. They stumbled, a tangle of limbs, until Yu Xi's back met the plush carpet.
Jian Ci followed him down, his body a heavy, welcome weight, and kissed him harder. Their hot breaths mingled, became one panting, shared rhythm. There was no music anymore, just the slick, wet sounds of their mouths moving together, the sharp inhales through noses, the muffled groans.
Yu Xi's fingers slid into Jian Ci's hair, gripping, pulling him closer. The slight sting on his scalp sent another jolt straight to Jian Ci's cock, which was already hard and aching against the seam of his pants.
