He crashed his mouth down onto Yu Xi's, kissing him fiercely. It was all tongue and teeth and claiming pressure. At the same moment, his other hand slid down Yu Xi's stomach. His fingers slipped under the elastic hem of Yu Xi's underwear, and then his big, warm hand was wrapping around Yu Xi's hard, leaking cock.
Yu Xi moaned into Jian Ci's mouth, the sound swallowed by the kiss. His hips jerked, fucking up into that perfect, tight grip. Jian Ci's thumb found the slick head, smearing the precum around in slow, maddening circles. The sensation was electric and white-hot. Yu Xi felt like he'd been set on fire from the inside out.
Jian Ci began to stroke him, a firm, steady rhythm that matched the frantic dance of their tongues. His grip was perfect. It was not too tight, not too loose, just enough friction to make Yu Xi see stars. Yu Xi's breathing became chaotic, harsh pants that echoed in the small space between their mouths.
