The memory of that night, the strange pause, the frantic and desperate rhythm that followed, crashed over Yu Xi with dizzying clarity. His entire face burned. 'Fuck.' He had been so lost in the sensation that he didn't realise that Jian Ci's consciousness had snapped back online right in the middle of fucking him.
"No wonder it felt different," Yu Xi breathed out, the words a shaky confession.
Jian Ci's mischievous smile froze. A flicker of something raw and hungry passed through his eyes. "Different good or bad?"
Yu Xi looked up, meeting that intense gaze. He let the silence stretch, just for a heartbeat. "Just… different."
The raw jealousy that flashed across Jian Ci's face was a physical thing. It was hot and immediate, a possessive fire that made the air between them crackle. Four years. It was four years where some other version of himself had gotten to have this, to have Yu Xi, and he had been locked away, unaware.
