He broke from Yu Xi's mouth, trailing a path of fire down his neck. He sucked at the pulse point, hard and deliberate, wanting to leave a brand everyone would see.
"Mine," the mark would scream. He bit down on the tendon, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Yu Xi groan, his fingers tunneling into Jian Ci's hair, gripping tight.
"Fuck, Ci-ge…"
Jian Ci didn't answer with words. He answered with his body. He shoved himself up, kneeling over Yu Xi, and tore the ruined uniform shirt from his own shoulders. It joined Yu Xi's t-shirt on the floor. His torso was revealed, muscles defined and tempting under the low light, a landscape Yu Xi's eyes devoured.
Yu Xi's hand rose, his slender fingers trailing a path that made Jian Ci's stomach clench. From his belly button, up over the hard planes of his abs, tracing the lines between them, up to his chest, circling a nipple. Jian Ci looked down at him, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips, his canine tooth glinting.
