"You know I only have eyes for you." That did it. Jian Ci's control snapped. He smiled, biting his own lower lip in a way that made heat pool low in Yu Xi's belly, then he spun Yu Xi around in one fluid, powerful motion. His hand cupped the back of Yu Xi's neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and then his mouth was on Yu Xi's.
The kiss wasn't tender, it was a conquest. Jian Ci's tongue swept into his mouth, demanding, tasting, claiming. Yu Xi met him with equal ferocity, his own hands coming up to clutch at Jian Ci's shoulders.
Jian Ci pressed forward, driving Yu Xi back until his shoulder blades hit the cool, unyielding glass of the window. The shock of the temperature against his heated skin made Yu Xi gasp into the kiss.
Jian Ci swallowed the sound. He broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, "Fuck," against Yu Xi's lips, his own breathing ragged. In one smooth motion, he hooked his hand under Yu Xi's thigh and hiked his leg up around his own hip.
